Spurgeon: December AM
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"So shall we ever be with the Lord."
--1 Thessalonians 4:17
Even the sweetest visits from Christ, how short they are--and
how transitory! One moment our eyes see Him, and we rejoice with
joy unspeakable and full of glory, but again a little time and
we do not see Him, for our beloved withdraws Himself from us;
like a roe or a young hart He leaps over the mountains of
division; He is gone to the land of spices, and feeds no more
among the lilies.
"If to-day He deigns to bless us
With a sense of pardoned sin,
He to-morrow may distress us,
Make us feel the plague within."
Oh, how sweet the prospect of the time when we shall not behold
Him at a distance, but see Him face to face: when He shall not
be as a wayfaring man tarrying but for a night, but shall
eternally enfold us in the bosom of His glory. We shall not see
Him for a little season, but
"Millions of years our wondering eyes,
Shall o'er our Saviour's beauties rove;
And myriad ages we'll adore,
The wonders of His love."
In heaven there shall be no interruptions from care or sin; no
weeping shall dim our eyes; no earthly business shall distract
our happy thoughts; we shall have nothing to hinder us from
gazing for ever on the Sun of Righteousness with unwearied eyes.
Oh, if it be so sweet to see Him now and then, how sweet to gaze
on that blessed face for aye, and never have a cloud rolling
between, and never have to turn one's eyes away to look on a
world of weariness and woe! Blest day, when wilt thou dawn?
Rise, O unsetting sun! The joys of sense may leave us as soon as
they will, for this shall make glorious amends. If to die is but
to enter into uninterrupted communion with Jesus, then death is
indeed gain, and the black drop is swallowed up in a sea of
victory.