The Special Resurrection

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Ellen G. White Estate, Devotional for September 30
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The Special Resurrection

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some
to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt. Dan.
12:2. 


It was at midnight that God chose to deliver His people. As the wicked
were mocking around them, suddenly the sun appeared, shining in his
strength, and the moon stood still. . . . Dark, heavy clouds came up and
clashed against each other. But there was one clear place of settled
glory, whence came the voice of God like many waters, shaking the
heavens and the earth. There was a mighty earthquake. The graves were
opened, and those who had died in faith under the third angel's message,
keeping the Sabbath, came forth from their dusty beds, glorified, to
hear the covenant of peace that God was to make with those who had kept
His law. 

Those who sleep in Jesus will be called from their prison house . . . to
a glorious immortality. . . . He has risen, dear friends, and in your
despondency you may know . . . that Jesus is by your side to give you
peace. 

I know what I am talking about. I have seen the time when I thought the
waves were going over my head; in that time I felt my Savior precious to
me. When my eldest son was taken from me I felt my grief was very great,
but Jesus came to my side and I felt His peace in my soul. The cup of
consolation was placed to my lips. 

And then he who had stood by my side for thirty-six years . . . was
taken. We had labored together side by side in the ministry, but we had
to fold the hands of the warrior and lay him down to rest in the silent
grave. Again my grief seemed very great, but after all came the cup of
consolation. Jesus is precious to me. He walked by my side . . . and He
will walk by your side. When our friends go into the grave they are
beautiful to us. It may be our father or mother that we lay away: when
they come forth those wrinkles are all gone but the figure is there, and
we know them. . . . 

We want to be prepared to meet these dear friends as they come forth in
the resurrection morning. . . . Shall we lay hold upon the hope set
before us in the gospel that we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him
as He is?

>From Maranatha - Page 281