A Door Opened In Heaven
A sermon
(No. 887)
Delivered on Sunday Morning, AUGUST 22, 1869, by
C.H.SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
"After this I looked and, behold, a door was opened in Hea ven."-
Revelation 4:1.
How highly favored was the Apostle John! While his Master was on earth
he was the favored disciple, permitted to lean his head upon His bosom
as a token of the most familiar and loving communion. After our Lord
had ascended, He had the same heart towards John and, finding him alone
amidst the wild rocks of Patmos, He visited him on the Lord's-Day and
revealed Himself to him in a most glorious manner. Brothers and
Sisters, if Heaven should offer any one thing which we might choose–if
ever the Lord should appear to us as He did to Solomon and say, "Ask
what you will, and it shall be given you," be it ours to request that
we may enjoy the closest possible fellowship with the Well-Beloved!
If we might choose our portion among the sons of men, we could not
select a happier, a holier, a more honorable lot than to abide in
hallowed fellowship with Jesus, even as did the beloved disciple.
Remember, John has not this privilege reserved unto himself. The
innermost circle of fellowship is not for the seer of Patmos
alone–there is room upon the bosom of Christ for other heads than his!
The innermost heart of Jesus is large enough to hold more than one
beloved!
Despair not of gaining the choicest place! It is not easy to ascend
into the hill of the Lord and to stand in His holy place, but if you
are pure in heart. If you are fervent in spirit. If you are purged from
earthly dross, and if you surrender yourself as a chaste virgin unto
Christ, you may–even you may yet attain unto this rare and choice
privilege of abiding in Christ and enjoying without ceasing His love
shed abroad in your heart by the Holy Spirit.
Leaving John, however, to whom the door in Heaven was so remarkably
opened that his vision of the spiritual world excelled all others, we
will content ourselves with gathering up the crumbs from his table
while we muse upon one of the descriptions which fell from his pen.
John says, "A door was opened in Heaven," and I believe the first
meaning of the statement is that he was permitted to gaze into the
secret and mysterious spirit-land and to behold things which have not
at any other time been seen by mortal eyes.
That, I think, to be the first meaning. Yet, if we append another sense
to it, we shall not be departing from the Truth, even if we depart from
the immediate connection of the text. We shall regard this door opened
in Heaven in three ways. First, there is a door of communion between
God and man. Secondly and more closely the meaning of the text, a door
of observation has been opened with regard to the glories of the
saints. And thirdly, by-and-by, to each of us there will be a door of
entrance opened, by which we shall enter in through the golden gate
into the city.
I. First, then, a DOOR OF COMMUNION has been opened in Heaven. The
angels fell. Far back in the ancient ages, Lucifer, the son of the
morning, rebelled against his liege Lord and led a multitude of
subordinate spirits to revolt. These, having proved traitors, were
expelled from Heaven, hurled like lightning from the battlements of
Glory down into the depths of woe. For them no door was opened in
Heaven. Mysterious as is the fact, it is nevertheless clear that no
mercy was shown to fallen angels.
He who will have mercy upon whom He will have mercy, and will have
compassion on whom He will have compassion, suffered those once bright
and illustrious spirits who had revolted to continue in their revolt
without a proclamation of pardon to suggest repentance. He allowed them
to continue in their revolt, delivered unto chains of darkness to be
reserved unto judgment. Man also, soon after his creation, broke his
Maker's law, placing himself, thereby, in the same position as the
fallen angels. Man had no greater claim upon God's mercy than the
devils! No, if anything, if any claim could be, he had less, seeing the
restoration of so insignificant a being was far less important than the
rekindling of the stars of Heaven–while his destruction would be far
less loss than the overthrow of the angelic spirits.
Yet the Lord in His sovereignty, for reasons that He knows, but which
He has not revealed to us, was pleased to look upon the sons of men
with singular favor, determining that in them His Grace should be
revealed. The devils, as vessels of wrath, are reserved unto
judgment–but the sons of men, as vessels of mercy, are prepared for
Glory! Against angels who kept not their first estate, Heaven is shut
up. But for men, a door is opened in Heaven! Here is matchless Grace,
combined with absolute Sovereignty, furnishing us with a display of
election upon the largest scale–against the truth of which none can
raise debate–for whatever objectors may affirm against the choice of
some men and not of others, they cannot deny but that God has chosen
men rather than angels.
Neither can they explain any more than we can the reason why the Savior
took not up angels, but took up the seed of Abraham. Beyond all
question, it is to the praise of Divine Grace that we are able to
declare that for the human race a door is opened in Heaven. A door of
communion was virtually opened in the Covenant of Grace when the sacred
Persons of the Divine Trinity entered into solemn league and compact
that the chosen should be redeemed–that an offering should be
presented by which sin should be atoned for and God's broken Law should
be vindicated. In that Covenant council chamber where the sacred Three
combined to plan the salvation of the chosen, a door was virtually
opened in Heaven and it was through that door that the saints who lived
and died before the coming of Christ passed into their rest.
It was this door which was at the head of the ladder which Jacob
saw–through which the angels ascended and descended–keeping up
communion between God and man. Blessed be God, the effect of the
Savior's blood reached backward as well as forward! Before it was shed,
the anticipation of the blood-shedding availed with God for the
salvation of His people. But, dear Brothers and Sisters, the door was
actually and evidently opened when our Lord Jesus came down to the sons
of men to sojourn in their flesh. What? Does the Infinite veil Himself
in an infant's form? Does the pure and holy God dwell here on earth
among unholy men? Does God speak through those lips of tenderness and
does God's light beam through those eyes of love? It is even so!
The Son of Mary was the Son of God and He that suffered, He that bore
our sicknesses, He upon whom our sins were laid was no other than God
over all! The Word which was God and was in the beginning with God, was
made flesh and tabernacled among us! Surely there was a door opened in
Heaven, then, for if the Godhead comes into actual union with manhood,
man and God are no more divided by bars and gates! It cannot be
impossible that manhood should go up to God, seeing God has come down
to man! If God condescends thus, it must be with a motive and a reason
and there is hope for poor humanity! There are stars in the darkness of
our fallen state!
Immanuel, God with us, the virgin's Child, the Son of the Highest, is
He among us? Then a door is opened in Heaven, indeed! The angels knew
this, for through the open door they came trooping forth with songs of
joy and gladness, hailing the birth of the Prince of Peace. And
doubtless the spirits of the just, as they peered through the opened
lattice, were glad to behold the union of earth with Heaven. But the
door, dear Brethren, was not opened, even then, effectually and
completely, for Christ, when He came into the world, had to stand,
though in Himself pure and holy, in the position of a sinner. "The Lord
has laid upon Him the iniquity of us all."
Now, where sin is, there is a shutting out from God, and Christ was
officially, as our Substitute, shut out so long as sin laid upon Him.
When the transgression of His people was laid on Him and He was
numbered with the transgressors, the veil hung down before even Him.
But oh, remember well how bravely He removed that which hindered! He
came up to the Cross with the lead of sin upon Him, a lead that would
have staggered all the angels and bowed a universe of human beings to
the lowest Hell. Up to that Cross He came and there He bore the
consequences of His people's guilt. The transgressions of His people
were laid on Him and for those iniquities was He struck–but He bore
all the strikes–He drank the cup of wrath to the dregs, and shouting,
"It is finished," He took the great veil that hung up between earth and
Heaven and, with one gigantic pull, He tore it from top to bottom,
never to be put together again–to make an open way between God and
man!
The veil is torn in two. Heaven is laid open to all Believers. But
though our Lord Himself, to prove how He had torn that veil, passed
through it up to the Most Holy Place, as to His Soul, yet you will
remember, Beloved, that He left His body behind Him. That holy Thing
slumbered in the grave, where it could not see corruption. It was not
taken up into the excellent Glory, but remained here for 40 days. Then,
when the appointed weeks were finished, Jesus once again entered
Heaven–this time taking possession of it for our bodies as well as for
our souls. How wondrously David foretold the glorious opening of the
gates, when he sang the ascent of the illustrious hero! He rose amid
attending angels,
ascending not in phantom form, but in a real body and, as He neared the
heavenly portals, holy angels sang, "Lift up your heads, O you gates
and be you lift up, you everlasting doors, that the King of Glory may
come in!"
When on their hinges of diamond, those pearly gates revolved and Jesus
entered, then, once and for all and forever the door was opened in
Heaven, by which the chosen people shall all of them ascend into the
joy of their Lord. At this very hour, as if to show us that He opens
and no man shuts, we see the door most certainly open because He has
promised to come again and, therefore, the door cannot be shut, for He
is coming quickly. His promise rings in our ears, "Behold, I come as a
thief! Blessed is he that watches and keeps his garments." Yes, blessed
are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. Yet
again He says, "Behold, I come quickly, and My reward is with Me."
Expect Him, then, and as you expect Him, learn that a door is still
open in Heaven!
Beloved, there is no little comfort in the belief that Heaven's gates
are opened, because then our prayers, broken-winged as they are, shall
enter there. Though they seem as if they could not mount because of a
clogging weight of sorrow, yet shall they enter through that door! Our
sighs and tears shall pass. There is no boom across the harbor's
mouth–our poor half-shipwrecked prayers shall safely sail into the
haven. The ports of Glory are not blockaded–we have access by Jesus
Christ unto the Father–and there is free trade with Heaven for poor
broken-hearted sinners. Here is consolation because our songs, also,
shall reach the Truth of God through the opened door. How delightful it
is to sing God's praise alone, but much more in company when all our
hearts and voices keep tune together in sacred melodies of adoration!
But what must our songs be compared with the chorus of the 10,000 times
ten thousands! We might fear that ours would be unable to scale the
walls of the New Jerusalem, but, lo, a door is opened for their
entrance. Moreover, there is access for sinners to God–Jesus came to
seek and to save that which was lost. You are not shut out of your
Father's house, poor Prodigal. The door is opened! You have not to
stand and knock by the month together with processes of repentance and
reformation. A door is opened! Christ is that Door. If you come to
Christ you have come to God! If you trust in Jesus you are saved! The
door to the ark was wide enough to admit the largest beasts as well as
the tiniest animals, and the door into God's mercy is wide enough to
let in the greatest sinner as well as the more refined moralist.
He that comes to Christ comes to Heaven! He is sure of Heaven who is
sure of Christ. Let me cheer everyone here who fears that the gate is
barred against him. The door is still open! While there is life there
is hope. You cannot climb to Heaven and see if your name is left off
the roll–therefore don't think it is! You cannot turn to the list of
souls who will perish forever–don't think, therefore, that your name
is among them. But, since the silver trumpet rings out the
invitation–"Come, laboring and heavy laden! Come to Christ and He will
give you rest!" accept the invitation! And you shall find that the God
who in mercy gave the invitation, gave you power to comply with it–and
gave you the will to accept it–and He will, by no means, cast you out!
II. Now we must turn to the second view of the text, which is the
proper one from its connection. "A door was opened in Heaven," it was A
DOOR OF OBSERVATION. It is very little that we can know of the future
state, but we may be quite sure that we know as much as is good for us.
We ought to be as content with that which is not revealed as with that
which is. If God wills us not to know, we ought to be satisfied not to
know. Depend on it, He has told us all about Heaven that is necessary
to bring us there–and if he Had revealed more, it would have served
rather for the gratification of our curiosity than for the increase of
our Grace.
Yet, Brethren, much concerning Heaven, much, I mean, comparatively, may
be guessed by spiritual men. There are times when, to all who love the
Lord, doors are opened in Heaven through which they can, by spiritual
illumination, see somewhat of the city of the Great King. And first, a
door is opened in Heaven whenever we are elevated by the help of God's
Spirit to high and ravishing thoughts of the Glory of God. Sometimes by
investigating the works of Nature, we obtain a glimpse of the Infinite.
More often by beholding the Grace and mercy revealed in Jesus Christ,
our hearts are warmed towards that blessed One who made us, who
sustains us, who redeemed us, to whom we owe all things.
My Brothers and Sisters, what joy have we felt in the thought of His
Presence! It has been bliss to feel that our Father is with us when we
are alone, covering us with His feathers in danger, hiding us in peace
beneath His shield and buckler in times of alarm. How delightful has it
been to serve Him, to have a consciousness of doing Him some service,
poor and imperfect as it is! I think I know of no delight on earth that
is higher than that of knowing that you are really, with all your
heart, adoringly serving God! And what a delight it is, dear Brethren,
when you can feel in your own soul
that you are reconciled to God–that there is no opposition between
your desires and God's will, or if there should be, yet not in your
heart of hearts–for your soul desires to be perfectly at one with Him
who made it.
How glad we feel when God is glorified, how happy when His saints are
honoring His name! What a hallowed thrill shoots through us when
another sinner is embraced within the arms of Divine mercy! Oh, to see
God's kingdom come and His will done on earth as it is in Heaven!
Brothers and Sisters, if we might but see this, our prayers would be
ended– there is nothing more that we could want if we could once see
the whole earth filled with the knowledge of the Lord! This is our
greatest joy beneath the sky–to know the Lord to be present–to feel
that we are one with Him, to catch some glimpses of His Glory and to
see that Glory appreciated among the sons of men, while we also are
helping to spread it abroad.
Now, if it is so happy a thing to obtain some gleaming of the Glory,
what will it be when we shall be near to Him and shall behold Him face
to face? What will be our joy when everything that now separates us
from God shall be taken away–when inbred sin that mars our fellowship
shall be utterly rooted up–when, instead of a little casual and
imperfect service, we shall serve Him day and night in His Temple? What
will be our joy when we shall no longer behold sin rampant, but shall
see holiness universal all around? When there shall be no idle words to
vex our ears, no cursing without and no thought of sin within to molest
us? When the hymn of His Glory shall forever make glad our ears and our
tongue shall joyously help to swell the strain world without end?
Why, Brethren, we have true views of Heaven when our soul is blessed
with nearness of access to her Father and her God. The unspiritual know
not this. If I talked to them of harps and streets of gold and palms of
victory, they might admire the imagery, but of the inner meaning they
would know nothing. Yet, there are your harps and there your palms and
there your songs and there your white robes–the beholding of the Glory
of the Lord and being transformed into it! To be made like unto your
God in purity and true holiness–this is Heaven, indeed!
A door is opened in Heaven, secondly, whenever the meditative spirit is
able to perceive Christ Jesus with some degree of clearness. It is true
we see Him here as in a glass, darkly. But that sight, dark and dim as
it is, is transporting to our souls. Do you not know what it is to sit
under His shadow with great delight and to find His fruit sweet unto
your taste? The first day you knew Christ and He spoke your pardon to
you, why, it was a marriage day to your soul! Since then He has opened
to you coffers containing priceless treasures! He has taken you into
the inner rooms of His treasury where the richest and best blessings
are stored up–and thus your sense of Christ's excellence has been a
growing one.
You thought Him good at first, but now you know Him to be better than
the best. Now He is "the chief among 10,000, and the altogether
lovely." I am sure, Beloved, nothing can so carry you out of yourself
above your cares and your present troubles as to feel that your Beloved
is yours and that you are His. Why, your spirit, like David, dances
before the Ark of the Lord when the full beauties of a precious Christ
are perceived by your heart! Imagine, then, what must it be to see the
Redeemer face to face! To hear but the King's silver trumpets sounding
in the distance makes the heart to dance, but what must it be to see
the King in His beauty in the streets of His own metropolis, where He
rides forth in constant triumph?
Have you not known the day when a word from Him would have made your
spirits like the chariots of Amminadab? What will be our ecstasy when
you hear not afterwards, but listen continually to Him whose lips are
like lilies dropping sweet-smelling myrrh? A stray kiss of those lips
has ravished you beyond description, but what will it be when those
cheeks that are as beds of spices, as sweet flowers, shall forever be
near you–when the full marriage of your soul with the royal spouse
shall become, indeed, to your ineffable delight? Perhaps this is a door
through which you have often gazed. If so, take not away your eyes,
Man, take not away your eyes! But through this window of agate, through
this gate of carbuncle, gaze ever at the Person of your blessed Lord,
for in Him you may see Heaven fully revealed.
We sometimes get a door opened in Heaven when we enjoy the work of the
Holy Spirit in our souls. The Holy Spirit has breathed over our hearts
and turned tumult and storm into profound peace, like the peace of
God's own Self. He has given us more than quiet resting, He has filled
us with high and exulting thoughts of God until whether we were in the
body or out of the body we could not tell. And then there has come with
these great thoughts a flush of joy, as though a well of honey had
sprung up at our feet–as though soft breezes from the celestial beds
of spices were fanning our cheeks. We knew that we were one with Christ
by indissoluble, vital union–we grasped the promise, we knew it to be
true–we were sure that all Covenant blessings were our own!
The spirit of sonship was within us! We cried, "Abba, Father!" Faith
rejoiced exceedingly. Bright-eyed Hope laughed for joy. Love tuned her
harp. The Holy Spirit made a Paradise within our hearts and He Himself
walked in the garden of our soul in the cool of the day. Right well do
some of us know what the Holy Spirit can do for us. We have felt His
joy not only in prosperous moments, but in our very darkest times when
our troubles have been multiplied and griefs have threatened to
overwhelm us. Now, if such it is to enjoy the Presence of the Spirit,
Brethren, what must it be to dwell in the land where we shall never vex
Him with our sins? Where we shall never quench His sacred influences
with our negligence? Where we shall never miss the delightful, sensible
conscious enjoyment of His love shed abroad in our souls?
Ah, if we could always be as we sometimes are! I find it comparatively
easy to climb the hilltop, but the difficulty is to abide there. We
slide down to the valley again so soon! But in Glory we shall forever
sit on the top of Amana with our forehead bathed in the light that
streams from an unsetting sun, filled with all the fullness of God and
that forever and ever! O you that know anything of the blessed Spirit,
there is a door opened in Heaven for you in His gracious
operation–look through it and rejoice at what you see!
Further, Brothers and Sisters, a door is often opened in Heaven in the
joys of Christian worship. As I was reading over and over again
yesterday the 42nd Psalm, I could not but note how David dotes on the
sunny memories of sacred seasons when he went with the multitude with
the voice of joy and praise–with the multitude that kept holyday. He
remembered the times when he went up to the House of the Lord in the
company of his people. It is not always a delightful thing to go to a
place of worship, for some places are very much used for sleeping in
and in some others it might be better to be asleep than awake. Many
services are so dull that men attend them as a stern duty–they find no
pleasure in them. But where there is unity, harmony, heartiness,
zeal–where the song rolls up with mighty peals like thunder, where the
Gospel is preached affectionately and faithfully and the Holy Spirit
bedews the whole like the dews that fell on Hermon–oh, it is sweet to
be there!
Do you not feel, sometimes, your Sundays to be the most blessed
portions of your life below the skies? And the assemblies of God's
people–what are they to you? Are they not the House of God and the
very gate of Heaven! Yes, and if it is sweet, today, to mingle with
Christians in their praise and prayer, when we are so soon to separate
and go our way–how passing sweet that place must be where the saints
meet in eternal sessions of worship–where the King is always with
them, where there is never a dreary service, where the song never,
never, never ceases, where no discord mars it and no harp is hung upon
the willows–
"There no tongue can silent be, All shall join the harmony."
Why, if there were no other door in Heaven than these blessed Sunday
gatherings and the sweet enjoyments of the assemblies of the saints,
surely this would be enough to make us long to be there!
Another door is opened in Heaven in the fellowship which we enjoy with
the saints on earth. "They that feared the Lord spoke often one to
another," and thus they obtained one of the most delightful joys to be
had this side of the golden gate. Though we love all the saints, have
we not some who are our peculiars, to whom we take the doors of our
heart right off their hinges and say to them, "Come in, for in sympathy
and experience I am one with you. Come in and converse with me "?
Brethren, if common Christian communion is very sweet and I know that
as Church members we have found it so, how much sweeter it will be to
meet with the more eminent of the saints!
What meetings Heaven will see! I imagine Saul meeting Stephen. He aided
the persecutors who stoned the martyred Stephen and yet out of the
ashes of a Stephen there springs a Paul! What a grip of the hand they
will give each other on the other side of Jordan! When holy bright
spirits meet, why, I would far sooner watch their salutations than the
occultation of the moons of Jupiter! It will be grand to see these
celestial bodies casting their shadows, as it were, for awhile about
each other, as they come into the closest contact in the skies. And do
you not delight to think that you shall meet the Apostles? That you
shall meet David and Abraham? That you shall have communion with Luther
and Calvin, Wesley and Whitefield, and men of whom the world was not
worthy?
Some have doubted whether there will be recognition in Heaven. There is
no room for doubt, for it is called, "my Father's house." And shall not
the family be known to each other? We are to "sit down with Abraham,
and Isaac and Jacob," and we shall, therefore, know these Patriarchal
saints. We shall not sit down with men in iron masks and see none but
great unknowns, but we shall, "know even as we are known." Doubtless
even before the body rises there will be
marks and peculiarities of constitution about disembodied spirits by
which we shall be able to detect them and shall hold happy, intelligent
communion with them.
Ah, well, you gray-headed saints, your best friends have gone before
you and the thought of seeing them may well make you long to be on the
wing. Your dearest ones are on the other side of Jordan–they went to
their heritage a long while ago–they abide in the land of the living,
while you still linger in the land of the dying. Press forward! Let
immortal fingers beckon you towards the dwelling places of the saints
in the land of the hereafter. How the prospect of future communion
ought to make the saints love one another, because ours is no earthly
love which must end at the grave! Our union and communion in Christ
will outlast both sun and moon! Our love in Christ Jesus will not ripen
in another world, than be dissolved like that of merely carnal
relationship–we need not be afraid of having too much of it! How
kindly affectionate we ought to be to one another! We are to live
together in Heaven–never let us quarrel on earth.
I read a story the other day of an elder of a Scottish Church, who at
the elders' meeting had angrily disputed with his minister until he
almost broke his heart. The night after he had a dream which so
impressed him that his wife said to him in the morning, "You look very
sad, Jan. What is the matter wi' you?" "And well I am," said he, for I
have dreamed that I had hard words with our minister, and he went home
and died and soon after I died, too. And I dreamed that I went up to
Heaven and when I got to the gate, out came the minister and put out
his hands to welcome me, saying, "Come along, Jan, there's nae strife
up here, I'm so glad to see you." So the elder went down to the
minister's house to beg his pardon and found in very truth that he was
dead. He was so struck by the blow that within two weeks he followed
his pastor to the skies. And I should not wonder but what his minister
did meet him and say, "Come along, Jan, there's nae strife up
here."
Brethren, why should there be strife below? Let us love each other and
by the fact that we are coheirs of that blessed inheritance, let us
dwell together as partakers of a common life and soon to be partakers
of a common Heaven. Brethren, I think I may add a door has often been
opened in Heaven to us at the communion table. Astronomers select the
best spots for observatories. They like elevated places which are free
from traffic so that their instruments may not quiver with the rumbling
of wheels. They prefer, also, to be away from the smoke of
manufacturing towns, that they may discern the orbs of Heaven more
clearly. Surely, if any one place is more fit to be an observatory for
a Heaven-mind than another, it is the table of communion–
"I have been there and still will go, 'Tis like a little Heaven below."
Christ may hide Himself from His people in preaching, as He did from
His disciple on the road to Emmaus, but He made Himself known unto them
in the breaking of bread. Prize much the solemn breaking of bread. That
ordinance has been perverted. It has been caricatured and profaned, and
therefore some tender Christians scarcely value it at its right
account. To those who will use it rightly, examining themselves and so
coming to that table, it is, indeed, a Divine observatory–a place of
calm retirement from the world. The elements of bread and wine become
the lenses of a far-seeing telescope through which we behold the
Savior. And I say again, if there is one spot of earth clear from the
smoke of care, it is the table where saints have fellowship with their
Lord. A door is often opened in Heaven at this banquet, when His banner
over us is love–and if it is so sweet to enjoy the emblem, what must
it be to live with Christ Himself and drink the new wine with Him in
the kingdom of our Father!
Another door that is opened in Heaven is the delights of knowledge. It
is a charming thing to know of earthly science, but it is more
delightful by far to know spiritual Truth. The philosopher rejoices as
he tracks some recondite law of Nature to its source and discovers
callow principles of matter as they nestle beneath a long hidden
mystery. But to hunt out a Gospel Truth, to track the real meaning of a
text of Scripture, to get some fresh light upon one of the offices of
the Redeemer, to see a precious type stand out with a fresh meaning–to
get to know Him and the power of His Resurrection experimentally–to
have the Truth of God engraved upon the soul as though by the finger of
God! Oh, this is happiness! It is certainly one of the greatest
delights of the Christian to sit at the feet of Jesus with Mary and
learn of Him–to be educated in the college of Corpus Christi and to
find the schola Crucis to be schola lucis, because of the light which
streams from the Cross.
But, Brethren, if the little knowledge we gain here is so sweet, what
will our knowledge be when the intellect shall be expanded, when the
mental eye shall be clarified and when Truths of God shall be perceived
not through a veil of mist and cloud, but in full meridian light? If
the dawn is bright, what will the midday be? If today our little
travels in the domains of Revelation have so enriched us, how rich
shall we be when, like Columbus, we spread the sail for the unknown
land, traversing seas of knowledge never navigated before? What will it
be, Beloved, to make discoveries of the Glory of Christ and then to
make known to the principalities and powers, in the heavenly places,
the manifold wisdom of God in the Person of the Well-Beloved? There is
a door opened in Heaven to every thoughtful, studious reader of the
Word and to every experienced Christian. If you are learning of Christ,
the joy of knowledge gives you some idea of Heaven.
Another door of Heaven may be found in the sweets of victory. I mean
not the world's victory, where there are garments rolled in blood and
wringing of hands and wounds and death. I refer to victory over sin,
self and Satan. How grand a thing to get a passion down and hold it by
the throat, strangling it despite its struggles! It is fine work to
hang up some old sin as an accursed thing before the Lord, just as they
hung up the Canaanite kings before the face of the sun. Or if you
cannot quite kill the lust, it is honorable work to roll a great stone
at the cave's mouth and shut in the wretches till the evening comes
when they shall meet their doom. It is a joyous thing when, by God's
Grace, under temptation you are kept from falling as you did on a
former occasion and so are made conquerors over a weakness which was
your curse in past years!
It is a noble thing to be made strong through the blood of the Lamb so
as to overcome sin! The delights of holiness are as deep as they are
pure. To be acquiring, by Divine Grace, spiritual strength, is no mean
blessing. But what will it be to be in Heaven, when every sin shall be
conquered, when Satan himself shall be under our feet? Ah, if I once
have him under my foot, how will I exult and rejoice over that old
dragon who has tormented the saints of God these many years! Let us
once but see sin and Hell led captives, how will we sing hosanna to the
Lord mighty in battle and how will we exult and rejoice as we
participate in His victory! It is coming! The victory is surely coming!
We shall stand upon the mountain's brow with Him and chant the song of
victory!
At the battle of Dunbar, when Cromwell and his men fought up hill and
step by step achieved the victory, their watchword was the Lord of
Hosts, and they marched to the battle singing–
"O Lord our God, arise and let
My enemies scattered be,
And let all them that do You hate
Before Your presence flee."
When they had won the day, the grand old leader, saint and soldier in
one, bade his men halt and sing with him. And there they poured forth a
Psalm with such lusty music that the old German Ocean might well have
clapped its hands in chorus, "Sing unto the Lord, for He has triumphed
gloriously." But what a song will that be when we, the followers of
Christ, having long fought up hill, wrestling against sin, shall at
last see Death and Hell overcome, and with our Leader standing in our
midst, shall raise the last great hallelujah to God and the Lamb, which
hallelujah shall roll on forever and ever!
God grant us each to be there! Each little victory here helps us to see
as through a door to the grand ultimate triumph which may God hasten in
His own time.
III. I might thus have continued, but time fails altogether. And
therefore I must only add two or three sentences concerning THE DOOR OF
ENTRANCE. A door will soon be opened in Heaven for each one of us who
have believed in Christ Jesus. Christian, the message will soon come to
you, "The Master is come and calls for you." Ready-to-Halt, the post
will come to town for you with the token, "The golden bowl is broken
and the silver cord is loosed." Father Honest must find it true that
the daughters of music shall be brought low and Valiant-for-Truth must
learn that the pitcher is broken at the fountain.
Gird up, then, your loins for the last time and go down to the river
with courage! It flows, as some say, cold and icy as death at the foot
of the celestial hill. Remember, however, it will be deeper or
shallower to you according to your faith and if your faith can keep
from staggering, you shall pass through that stream dry-shod and in the
river's midst you shall sing the loudest song of all your life! You
shall then be nearer to Heaven and Heaven shall flood your spirit and
drown out death. Soon, I say, that door will open. Surely you do not
want to postpone the day. What is there amiss between you
and your Husband that you wish to tarry away from Him? What? Do you
love to be an exile from your own country? Do you love to be banished
from the "city that has foundations," of which you are a citizen?
Surely, if your spirit is as it should be, you will say–
"Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
I would gladly be gauging home to my Sa vior's breast;
For He gathers in His bosom witless, worthless lambs like me,
And He carries them Himself to His ain countrie." Beloved, never try to
forget your departure. Thoughts of mortality are incessant with me.
But, alas, sometimes they are painful and I chide myself that it ever
should be painful to think of being where Jesus is. No, no, it is not
that! It is that naughty doubt and fear that flits across my soul and
darkens it–for it must be bliss to be with Jesus and therefore it must
be a secondary bliss to think of being where He is! It is greatly wise
to talk about our last hours. It is well to often perform in meditation
a rehearsal of the coronation scene–when the crown shall be on our
head and the palm in our hand!
Anticipate, I pray you, the Glory which is surely yours if you are in
Christ. But O make sure that you are in Christ! Get two grips of Him! O
hold Him by a strong, but humble confidence! Fling away all other
hopes, they are vanity! Bind yourself to His dear Cross, the one plank
on which you can swim to Glory! Never mariner was drowned on that–
"None but Jesus, none but Jesus, Can do helpless sinners good." God
bless you for the Redeemer's sake. Amen.
PORTIONS OF SCRIPTURE READ BEFORE SERMON–Revelation 5 & 7:9-17