A Crown for Every Child of God

[Thompson, Darryl]

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Ellen G. White Estate, Devotional for October 29
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A Crown for Every Child of God

Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he
shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them
that love him. James 1:12. 


I saw a very great number of angels bring from the city glorious
crowns--a crown for every saint, with his name written thereon. As Jesus
called for the crowns, angels presented them to Him, and with His own
right hand the lovely Jesus placed the crowns on the heads of the
saints. In the same manner the angels brought the harps, and Jesus
presented them also to the saints. The commanding angels first struck
the note, and then every voice was raised in grateful, happy praise, and
every hand skillfully swept over the strings of the harp, sending forth
melodious music in rich and perfect strains. . . . 

Within the city there was everything to feast the eye. Rich glory they
beheld everywhere. Then Jesus looked upon His redeemed saints; their
countenances were radiant with glory; and as He fixed His loving eyes
upon them, He said, with His rich, musical voice, "I behold the travail
of My soul, and am satisfied. This rich glory is yours to enjoy
eternally. Your sorrows are ended. There shall be no more death, neither
sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain." . . . 

I then saw Jesus leading His people to the tree of life. . . . Upon the
tree of life was most beautiful fruit, of which the saints could partake
freely; in the city was a most glorious throne, from which proceeded a
pure river of water of life, clear as crystal. On each side of this
river was the tree of life, and on the banks of the river were other
beautiful trees bearing fruit. . . . 

Language is altogether too feeble to attempt a description of heaven. As
the scene rises before me, I am lost in amazement. Carried away with the
surpassing splendor and excellent glory, I lay down the pen, and
exclaim, "Oh, what love! what wondrous love!" The most exalted language
fails to describe the glory of heaven or the matchless depths of a
Savior's love.

>From Maranatha - Page 310