Wednesday, May 10, 2023

Let us group together the blessed assurances of His love as precious treasures, that we may look upon them continually....

 

Let us not gather together all the unpleasant pictures,—the iniquities and corruptions and disappointments, the evidences of Satan’s power,—to hang in the halls of our memory, to talk over and mourn over, until our souls are filled with discouragement.... 

There are, thank God, brighter and more cheering pictures which the Lord has presented to us. Let us group together the blessed assurances of His love as precious treasures, that we may look upon them continually. The Son of God leaving His Father’s throne, clothing His divinity with humanity, that He might rescue man from the power of Satan; His triumph in our behalf, opening heaven to man, revealing to human vision the presence-chamber where Deity unveils His glory; the fallen race uplifted from the pit of ruin into which sin had plunged them, and brought again into connection with the infinite God, and, having endured the divine test through faith in our Redeemer, clothed in the righteousness of Christ and exalted to His throne,—these are the pictures with which God bids us gladden the chambers of the soul.—Testimonies for the Church 5:744, 745. RRe 132

 

We were on our way to Mount Zion. As we were traveling along, we met a company who were also gazing at the glories of the place. I noticed red as a border on their garments; their crowns were brilliant; their robes were pure white. As we greeted them, I asked Jesus who they were. He said they were martyrs that had been slain for Him. With them was an innumerable company of little ones; they had a hem of red on their garments also. Mount Zion was just before us, and on the mount was a glorious temple, and about it were seven other mountains, on which grew roses and lilies. And I saw the little ones climb, or, if they chose, use their little wings and fly to the top of the mountains, and pluck the never-fading flowers. Hvn 87 

 

 

Heaviness in the heart of man maketh it stoop: but a good word maketh it glad. Proverbs 12:25. KJV