Morning “The city hath no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it.” / Revelation 21:23
Yonder in the better world, the inhabitants are independent of all creature
comforts. They have no need of raiment; their white robes never wear out,
neither shall they ever be defiled. They need no medicine to heal diseases,
“for the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick.” They need no sleep to recruit
their frames–they rest not day nor night, but unweariedly praise him in his
temple. They need no social relationship to minister comfort, and whatever
happiness they may derive from association with their fellows is not essential
to their bliss, for their Lord’s society is enough for their largest desires.
They need no teachers there; they doubtless commune with one another
concerning the things of God, but they do not require this by way of
instruction; they shall all be taught of the Lord. Ours are the alms at the
king’s gate, but they feast at the table itself. Here we lean upon the
friendly arm, but there they lean upon their Beloved and upon him alone. Here
we must have the help of our companions, but there they find all they want in
Christ Jesus. Here we look to the meat which perisheth, and to the raiment
which decays before the moth, but there they find everything in God. We use
the bucket to fetch us water from the well, but there they drink from the
fountain head, and put their lips down to the living water. Here the angels
bring us blessings, but we shall want no messengers from heaven then. They
shall need no Gabriels there to bring their love-notes from God, for there
they shall see him face to face. Oh! what a blessed time shall that be when we
shall have mounted above every second cause and shall rest upon the bare arm
of God! What a glorious hour when God, and not his creatures; the Lord, and
not his works, shall be our daily joy! Our souls shall then have attained the
perfection of bliss.
Evening “He appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had cast seven devils.” /
Mark 16:9
Mary of Magdala was the victim of a fearful evil. She was possessed by not one
devil only, but seven. These dreadful inmates caused much pain and pollution
to the poor frame in which they had found a lodging. Hers was a hopeless,
horrible case. She could not help herself, neither could any human succour
avail. But Jesus passed that way, and unsought, and probably even resisted by
the poor demoniac, he uttered the word of power, and Mary of Magdala became a
trophy of the healing power of Jesus. All the seven demons left her, left her
never to return, forcibly ejected by the Lord of all. What a blessed
deliverance! What a happy change! From delirium to delight, from despair to
peace, from hell to heaven! Straightway she became a constant follower of
Jesus, catching his every word, following his devious steps, sharing his
toilsome life; and withal she became his generous helper, first among that
band of healed and grateful women who ministered unto him of their substance.
When Jesus was lifted up in crucifixion, Mary remained the sharer of his
shame: we find her first beholding from afar, and then drawing near to the
foot of the cross. She could not die on the cross with Jesus, but she stood as
near it as she could, and when his blessed body was taken down, she watched to
see how and where it was laid. She was the faithful and watchful believer,
last at the sepulchre where Jesus slept, first at the grave whence he arose.
Her holy fidelity made her a favoured beholder of her beloved Rabboni, who
deigned to call her by her name, and to make her his messenger of good news to
the trembling disciples and Peter. Thus grace found her a maniac and made her
a minister, cast out devils and gave her to behold angels, delivered her from
Satan, and united her forever to the Lord Jesus. May I also be such a miracle
of grace!