John Macduff Collection: MacDuff, John - Grapes Of Eschol: 13 The Mutual Joy (part 1)

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John Macduff Collection: MacDuff, John - Grapes Of Eschol: 13 The Mutual Joy (part 1)



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THE MUTUAL JOY.



"Lo! He beckons from on high!

Fearless to His presence fly.

Yours the merit of His blood,

Yours the righteousness of God!

Angels, joyful to attend,

Hovering round your pillow bend;

Wait to catch the signal given,

And escort you quickly to heaven."



"Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory."—John17:24.



An emigrant is about to sail for a distant land. As the vessel weighs anchor, and his family are gathered on the shore to bid a sorrowful farewell, his last words remind them that it is but a temporary separation—that in a few brief years, by a favoring Providence, he will be back again, to take them along with him to his adopted home!



Or, a father gathers his children around his death-bed, to give them his last blessing. With his eye looking upwards to the glorious world on which his spirit is about to enter, he tells them, in faltering accents, to dry their tears; for in a little while they will be reunited in that "better land" which knows no parting.



Here is the utterance of a departing Savior to His orphaned children. It forms a petition in His last intercessory prayer, when about to leave the world, and return to the Father. "Oh, the full joys," says Richard Baxter, speaking of this verse in his 'Saint's Rest,' "offered to a believer in this one sentence of Christ! Every word full of life and joy!"



The verse brings before us these two thoughts in connection with a state of future bliss—The SAVIOR'S joy in Heaven in being with His people; and His PEOPLE'S joy in Heaven in being with their Savior.



I. The Savior here speaks of HIS OWN JOY in having His saints with Him in glory.

The language is that of a conqueror claiming a stipulated reward. God seems to say to Him, "Ask of me, and I will give it to you. Son, you are ever with me, and all that I have is yours." And what does He ask? He had Heaven at His command—"thrones, and dominions, and principalities, and powers." But He prefers the request to be crowned as "Lord of all," in the midst of His saints—that redeemed sinners, like celestial planets, might through eternity circle and constellate around Him, their central Sun. "He will rest in his love; he will rejoice over them with singing," (Zeph. 3:17.)



On earth, a man likes to live and die among those he venerates. The old village patriarch desires to be laid where his fathers sleep, in his native churchyard. The Jew will travel back from the most distant region of the world, that his bones may be laid in the Valley of Jehoshaphat, under the shadow of Olivet, and within hearing of the Kedron. "Where you die," said Ruth to the one she loved best, "I shall die, and there shall I be buried," (Ruth 1:17.)



So speaks also an ever-living Savior of His people. "Where I live," He says, "there you are to live also; eternity shall not separate between you and me." The well-known tomb of a great earthly architect is placed immediately under the dome of the vast temple his genius had reared. With reverence we say it, Jesus is through eternity to be enshrined in the Temple of His saints, the living stones rising tier on tier around—each glowing with the inscription, "He loved me, and gave Himself for me."



What joy thus to behold around Him the travail of His soul, the purchase of His agony! If we value great results generally in proportion to the labor and toil bestowed on them—if the philosopher, in arriving at some brilliant achievement in science, has all the greater joy when he thinks of it as the result of months and years of patient and unwearied exertion; if the artist or sculptor has all the greater joy in contemplating his completed work, by retraversing in thought years of incessant labor, the line by line, and stroke by stroke, until he worked it up to the now breathing marble—if the Great God Himself, in resting from the work of creation, when He contemplated its magnitude, had delight when He pronounced it "very good"—what must be the transcendent joy with which the adorable Redeemer beholds the completion of an undertaking which involved in it so unparalleled a cost of humiliation and pain and woe! What shall be the delight with which He, the mighty Architect, contemplates the living, breathing forms of immortal life, which, by His own and His Spirit's work, were chiseled and fashioned to adorn the Heavenly Temple!



Here was "the joy" we read of "that was set before Him;"—the joy of seeing "a multitude which no man can number" who had "washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." If the courageous mariner has joy, who, at the risk of his life, bravely dashed into the water, and rescued some struggling castaway from the weltering waves—if the Patriot-Philanthropist could with joy stand in thought amid the grateful millions whose fetters he had struck off, and into whose lips he had put the music of freedom—if the honored minister has joy, who, on his death-bed, can say, at the retrospect of a lifetime of self-sacrificing devotedness in his Master's cause, "Blessed be God, my work is done,"—what shall we say (if we can compare the earthly with the heavenly—the finite with the infinite) of that everlasting joy which shall fill the bosom of the Savior as He sees those once bound with the fetters of sin, struggling in the waves of despair, now saved with a great salvation, exulting in "the glorious liberty of the sons of God!"



If He had joy—as we believe He had—when in the depths of a bypast eternity He said, "Lo, I come," (though in that coming He had all the appalling prospect of ignominy and shame;)—if "Wisdom" had "delights with the sons of men and rejoiced in the habitable parts of the earth," when the solitary treading of the wine-press had yet to be borne; if He had joy when He stretched forth His hands over His "Church in the wilderness," and said, "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world"—what intenser and holier joy must that be, when, every woe and pang and sorrow at an end, His people shall be with Him "where He is;" earth's battle, with its "confused noise and garments rolled in blood," terminated; the everlasting triumphal procession of eternity begun—immortal palm-branches strewed in the way—and the streets of the new Jerusalem echoing to the cry, "Hosanna to the Son of David"—"Alleluia! for the Lord God omnipotent reigns!" (Rev. 19:6.)



Behold, then, Heaven as a place where the Savior Himself shall rejoice over His ransomed ones. They are "glorified together." They are glorified in Him, and He is glorified in them. "Heaven would not be enough for Jesus without His people. It seems as if their presence were essential, not to His deity, (this cannot be,) but to His mediatorial happiness," (Evans.) The joy in that happy world would seem to begin at the center, and to be deepest there, but sending out its waves to the circumference of glory.