rejoicing will come
“Be not cast down in heart to hear that the world barketh at Christ’s
strangers, both in Ireland and in this land; they do it because their
Lord hath chosen them out of this world.
And this is one of our Lord’s reproaches, to be hated and ill-entreated by men. The silly stranger, in an uncouth country, must put up with a smoky inn and coarse cheer, a hard bed, and a barking, ill-tongued host.
It is not long to the day, and he will continue his journey upon the
morrow, and leave them all. Indeed our fair morning is at hand, the
day-star is near the rising, and we are not many miles from home.
What does it matter if we are mistreated in the smoky inns of this miserable life? We are not to stay here, and we will be dearly welcomed by Him to whom we go.
And I hope, when I shall see you clothed in white raiment, washed in the blood of the Lamb, and shall see you even at the elbow of your dearest Lord and Redeemer, and a crown upon your head, and following our Lamb and lovely Lord whithersoever He goeth,—you will think nothing of all these days.
And you shall then rejoice, and no man shall take your joy from you.”
(HT: Tolle Lege)
And this is one of our Lord’s reproaches, to be hated and ill-entreated by men. The silly stranger, in an uncouth country, must put up with a smoky inn and coarse cheer, a hard bed, and a barking, ill-tongued host.
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What does it matter if we are mistreated in the smoky inns of this miserable life? We are not to stay here, and we will be dearly welcomed by Him to whom we go.
And I hope, when I shall see you clothed in white raiment, washed in the blood of the Lamb, and shall see you even at the elbow of your dearest Lord and Redeemer, and a crown upon your head, and following our Lamb and lovely Lord whithersoever He goeth,—you will think nothing of all these days.
And you shall then rejoice, and no man shall take your joy from you.”
~Samuel Rutherford (source)
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