1 Chronicles 29:15
“For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.”
Beyond
this darksome valley of tears and death there lies a bright and joyous region
of immortality, where weary pilgrims meet to stray no more. In that happy land
their wanderings will have forever terminated, and they shall sit down in
everlasting repose under the delightful shadow of the Tree of Life, in the
midst of the paradise of God, and enjoy, through the blissful ages of glory,
the presence and smiles of that Friend and Savior who, in the tenderest love
for them, once poured out his own most precious blood on Calvary, that he might
present them, faultless, before the throne of Heaven!
But before our feet stand on the blissful shores of the heavenly Canaan, we
have to pass through a wilderness scene. This world is that wilderness, where
Zion's pilgrims wander until they are taken home to glory. It is a thorny
pathway that leads to the realms of eternal day; but, by the grace of God, the
Christian is enabled to hold on the good way with joy, until he passes through
the wilderness and over Jordan, more than a conqueror through Jesus, and takes
up his seraphic song of triumph amid the undying splendors of immortality.
But it is a blessed consolation to know that Jesus guards the way to Mount
Zion; that he will allow no evil to befall us; that even here, in this valley
of tears, all things shall work together for our good. The sorrows and
bereavements of life render this earth a trying wilderness world to the child
of God.
O says the weary pilgrim, as onward he journeys with his eye directed towards
the heavenly Canaan. In yonder glorious world is my rest and abiding home. Yes–
"There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!"
In contemplating his present state, each
child of God is ready to exclaim with the Psalmist, when addressing his
Heavenly Father in earnest prayer, "Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my
cries for help! Don't ignore my tears. For I am a stranger with you—a traveler
passing through, as my ancestors were before me." His feelings with regard
to earthly objects are beautifully expressed in the glowing language of the
Christian poet–
"Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies!
Not a foot of land do I possess;
No cottage in this wilderness:
A poor, wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain!"
"All Christians," says the pious McCheyne, "are coming up out of
the wilderness. Sabbath days are like milestones- marking our way. Every real
Christian is making progress. If the sheep are on the shoulder of the shepherd,
they are always getting nearer the fold. With some, the shepherd takes long
steps. Dear friends, you should be advancing, getting higher, nearer to Canaan,
riper for glory. In the south of Russia, the country is of vast plains, rising
by steppes. Dear friends, you should get on to a higher place, up another step
every Sabbath day. In traveling, you never think of making a house in the
wilderness. So, dear friends, do not take up your rest here; we are journeying.
Let all your endeavors be to get on in your journey."
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Beyond
this darksome valley of tears and death there lies a bright and joyous region
of immortality, where weary pilgrims meet to stray no more. In that happy land
their wanderings will have forever terminated, and they shall sit down in
everlasting repose under the delightful shadow of the Tree of Life, in the
midst of the paradise of God, and enjoy, through the blissful ages of glory,
the presence and smiles of that Friend and Savior who, in the tenderest love
for them, once poured out his own most precious blood on Calvary, that he might
present them, faultless, before the throne of Heaven!
But before our feet stand on the blissful shores of the heavenly Canaan, we have to pass through a wilderness scene. This world is that wilderness, where Zion's pilgrims wander until they are taken home to glory. It is a thorny pathway that leads to the realms of eternal day; but, by the grace of God, the Christian is enabled to hold on the good way with joy, until he passes through the wilderness and over Jordan, more than a conqueror through Jesus, and takes up his seraphic song of triumph amid the undying splendors of immortality.
But it is a blessed consolation to know that Jesus guards the way to Mount Zion; that he will allow no evil to befall us; that even here, in this valley of tears, all things shall work together for our good. The sorrows and bereavements of life render this earth a trying wilderness world to the child of God.
O says the weary pilgrim, as onward he journeys with his eye directed towards the heavenly Canaan. In yonder glorious world is my rest and abiding home. Yes–
"There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!"
In contemplating his present state, each child of God is ready to exclaim with the Psalmist, when addressing his Heavenly Father in earnest prayer, "Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don't ignore my tears. For I am a stranger with you—a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me." His feelings with regard to earthly objects are beautifully expressed in the glowing language of the Christian poet–
"Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies!
Not a foot of land do I possess;
No cottage in this wilderness:
A poor, wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain!"
"All Christians," says the pious McCheyne, "are coming up out of the wilderness. Sabbath days are like milestones- marking our way. Every real Christian is making progress. If the sheep are on the shoulder of the shepherd, they are always getting nearer the fold. With some, the shepherd takes long steps. Dear friends, you should be advancing, getting higher, nearer to Canaan, riper for glory. In the south of Russia, the country is of vast plains, rising by steppes. Dear friends, you should get on to a higher place, up another step every Sabbath day. In traveling, you never think of making a house in the wilderness. So, dear friends, do not take up your rest here; we are journeying. Let all your endeavors be to get on in your journey."
But before our feet stand on the blissful shores of the heavenly Canaan, we have to pass through a wilderness scene. This world is that wilderness, where Zion's pilgrims wander until they are taken home to glory. It is a thorny pathway that leads to the realms of eternal day; but, by the grace of God, the Christian is enabled to hold on the good way with joy, until he passes through the wilderness and over Jordan, more than a conqueror through Jesus, and takes up his seraphic song of triumph amid the undying splendors of immortality.
But it is a blessed consolation to know that Jesus guards the way to Mount Zion; that he will allow no evil to befall us; that even here, in this valley of tears, all things shall work together for our good. The sorrows and bereavements of life render this earth a trying wilderness world to the child of God.
O says the weary pilgrim, as onward he journeys with his eye directed towards the heavenly Canaan. In yonder glorious world is my rest and abiding home. Yes–
"There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!"
In contemplating his present state, each child of God is ready to exclaim with the Psalmist, when addressing his Heavenly Father in earnest prayer, "Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don't ignore my tears. For I am a stranger with you—a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me." His feelings with regard to earthly objects are beautifully expressed in the glowing language of the Christian poet–
"Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies!
Not a foot of land do I possess;
No cottage in this wilderness:
A poor, wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain!"
"All Christians," says the pious McCheyne, "are coming up out of the wilderness. Sabbath days are like milestones- marking our way. Every real Christian is making progress. If the sheep are on the shoulder of the shepherd, they are always getting nearer the fold. With some, the shepherd takes long steps. Dear friends, you should be advancing, getting higher, nearer to Canaan, riper for glory. In the south of Russia, the country is of vast plains, rising by steppes. Dear friends, you should get on to a higher place, up another step every Sabbath day. In traveling, you never think of making a house in the wilderness. So, dear friends, do not take up your rest here; we are journeying. Let all your endeavors be to get on in your journey."
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