But man's
imagination in all earthly things conjures up that which is far beyond
the earthly reality, leaving him a prey to dissatisfaction. How good to
believe that our imagination finds in heaven a field where all our most
beautiful ideas, collated, joined and woven together into a whole, fail
to approach the true glories of the home in the far skies which our kind
Father, taking us in His arms, will open before us. "How should we
rejoice," says Sir Robert Hall, "in the prospect,
THE CERTAINTY, RATHER,
of spending a blissful eternity with those whom we loved on earth; of
seeing them emerge from the ruins of the tomb and the deeper ruins of
the fall, not only uninjured, but refined and perfected, 'with every
tear wiped from their eyes,' standing before the throne of God and the
Lamb, 'in white robes and palms in their hands, crying with a loud
voice, Salvation to God that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb,
for ever and ever!'
WHAT DELIGHT WILL IT AFFORD
to renew the sweet counsel we have taken together, to recount the toils
of combat and the labor of the way, and to approach, not the house, but
the throne of God in company, in order to join in the symphonies of
heavenly voices, and lose ourselves amid the splendor and fruition of
the beatific vision!" Dr.
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