In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:2-3
When Jesus spoke of coming again “for you,” He wasn’t casually speaking. He was deeply, passionately, earnestly, and with an everlasting love speaking of your future with Him.
And though He was speaking from the upper room where the disciples were gathered for the passover, Christ was looking past His death on the cross and was looking into eternity.
And you were there.
Yes, even from that furnished room in Jerusalem, Christ saw you free at last from the things of earth: tears, sorrow, pain, sin, and the fear of death.
And He rejoiced in your garment of salvation, your robe of righteousness, your Heavenly glory and your having “put on immortality.”
And Christ, the omnipotent one, knowing that neither your eye nor ear nor heart had any knowledge of the things that had been prepared for you, knew you would be forever satisfied with His goodness.
Yes, dear one of Christ, Jesus spoke concerning His coming again before He left the upper room for the cross.
But you were in His heart.....in His very soul.....and you were beholding His glory.
So, dear loved one of Christ, as you journey through this barren earth, do not distrust His love.
For it was because of His great love for you that He suffered all for you.
And it will be because of His great love for you that He’ll not leave you behind....
away from glory.....away from Him. by M. Robbins
Why should our tears in sorrow flow
When God recalls his own,
And bids them leave a world of woe,
For an immortal crown?
Is not e’en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.
Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are fully blest;
They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.
Then let our sorrows cease to flow;
God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,
Still say, “Thy will be done.”
William H. Bathurst
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this soul of mine
Would of that love, in all its depth and length,
Its height, and breadth, and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
It passeth telling! that dear love of Thine!
My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.
It passeth praises! that dear love of Thine!
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine
Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free,
Which brought an undone sinner, such as me,
Right home to God.
But ah! I cannot tell, or sing, or know,
The fullness of that love whilst here below;
Yet my poor vessel I may freely bring;
O Thou who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
I am an empty vessel! scarce one thought
Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee
With this-the contrite sinner’s truthful plea-
“Thou lovest me.”
Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!
May woes but drive me to the fount above;
Thither may I in childlike faith draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly
But unto Thee!
And when, my Jesus! Thy dear face I see,
When at the lofty throne I bend the knee,
Then of Thy love-in all its breadth and length,
Its height, and depth, and everlasting strength-
My soul shall sing.
Mary Shekleton
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