Morning, December 10, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“And so we will be with the Lord forever.” — 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 later we do not see him, for our beloved withdraws himself from us; like a small deer or a young buck he leaps over the mountain divide; he is gone to the far east, and feeds no more among the valley lilies.
“If today 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 delightful 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 embrace of his glory. We shall not see him for a little season, but
“Millions of years our wondering eyes,
Shall o’er our Savior’s beauties rove;
And myriad ages we’ll adore,
The wonders of his love.”
In heaven there shall be no interruptions from needless cares or sin; no weeping shall blur our eyes; no earthly business shall distract our happy thoughts; we shall have nothing to hinder us from gazing forever on the Sun of Righteousness with unwearied eyes. Oh, if it is so precious to envision him now and then, how sweet to always gaze on that blessed face, and never have a cloud rolling between, and never have to turn one’s eyes away to look on a world of weariness and affliction! Blessed day, when will you dawn? Rise, O unsetting sun! The joys of our senses may leave us as time passes, but this shall make for glorious compensation. If to die is but to enter into uninterrupted communion with Jesus, then death is indeed gain, and the drop into darkness is swallowed up in a sea of victory.