Home at Last!

[Thompson, Darryl]

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Ellen G. White Estate, Devotional for November 7
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Home at Last!

Well done, thou good and faithful servant: . . . enter thou into the joy
of thy lord. Matt. 25:21. 


As your senses delight in the attractive loveliness of the earth, think
of the world that is to come, that shall never know the blight of sin
and death; where the face of nature will no more wear the shadow of the
curse. Let your imagination picture the home of the saved, and remember
that it will be more glorious than your brightest imagination can
portray. In the varied gifts of God in nature we see but the faintest
gleaming of His glory. It is written, "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath
prepared for them that love him." 1 Corinthians 2:9. 

By and by the gates of heaven will be thrown open to admit God's
children, and from the lips of the King of glory the benediction will
fall on their ears like richest music, "Come, ye blessed of my Father,
inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world."
Matthew 25:34. 

Then the redeemed will be welcomed to the home that Jesus is preparing
for them. 

Then I saw Jesus lead the redeemed company to the gate of the city. He
laid hold of the gate and swung it back on its glittering hinges and
bade the nations that had kept the truth enter in. 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." . . . 

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 319