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There all’s
unsullied
light;
My heart lets in its rays: And heavenly light Makes all things bright Seen in that blissful gaze. I feel … more
than ever that all is vanity, but what is for ever. We all know it, but
how foolish all else will seem when we meet the blessed Lord. I know I am a
poor workman, but I know the hour will come when the only thing worth
remembering—save eternal grace and Him who is the source … of it—if
memory it can then be called, will be service and labour for Him who
has loved us. The time will
soon come when we shall say of all that has not been Christ in our
lives and ways, “That was all lost.” Faith should
pierce through and see the things that are not seen: things get their
true value in another world, and faith when vivid sees them there. We shall sorrow
at no sacrifice when we meet Him. May the Lord
graciously raise up labourers in His harvest. My heart is only there
when not with Christ in heaven—there where through grace it will ever
be. I find all that is not seen ever more, and alone, real. … I cannot
conceive of having the heart anywhere else. If we live to
serve Christ, the sorrow of this world is worth while; but it is not
the less sorrow in itself, whatever blessing may cheer us through it. Do not faint …
for if we really labour we must be more or less in conflict, trial and
sorrow; for it is a work of faith, if a labour of love and of patience
of hope; because though blessed fruits be by the way, and we may see
them ripening, it is the great ingathering is the time of joy. And it
is a distinct view and reference to that which gives our work a real,
deep, holy character, such as His was, and will prove real in that day.
You must labour in sorrow, for it is in the midst of evil, if you would
reap in joy; and if we get our corn up into shocks, still it is
unprotected out in the field, and we have the watchful care and anxiety
till it is housed. The new creation’s stainless joy Gleams through the present gloom; That world of bliss without alloy— The
saint’s eternal home.
Lot saw a well
watered plain and a city, and then dwelt in it on the earth, and
consequently was in the midst of judgment; while Abraham sought a city
out of sight, and he enjoyed the blessing and comfort of God being with
him, go where he might. Oh, the
blessedness! when after all troubles and conflicts are over we shall
“awake in his likeness.” Believers, is there nothing in this to quicken
your joy in meeting Jesus. Is there nothing in this to throw contempt
upon the world and its unmeaning joys? May the Lord’s
love and approbation be the things that govern us, and not the things
that fade away. Pilgrim Portions - Meditations for the Day of Rest - Selected from the Writings, Hymns,
Letters, etc., of J. N. Darby SEDIN-Servicio Evangélico |
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