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June
29
"Them
also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." -- 1 Thessalonians
4:14
Let us not imagine that the soul sleeps in insensibility. "Today
shalt thou be with me in paradise," is the whisper of Christ to every
dying saint. They "sleep in Jesus," but their souls are before the
throne of God, praising Him day and night in His temple, singing hallelujahs to
Him who washed them from their sins in His blood. The body sleeps in its lonely
bed of earth, beneath the coverlet of grass. But what is this sleep? The idea
connected with sleep is "rest," and that is the thought which the
Spirit of God would convey to us. Sleep makes each night a Sabbath for the day.
Sleep shuts fast the door of the soul, and bids all intruders tarry for a
while, that the life within may enter its summer garden of ease. The toil-worn
believer quietly sleeps, as does the weary child when it slumbers on its
mother's breast. Oh! happy they who die in the Lord; they rest from their
labours, and their works do follow them. Their quiet repose shall never be
broken until God shall rouse them to give them their full reward. Guarded by
angel watchers, curtained by eternal mysteries, they sleep on, the heritors of
glory, till the fulness of time shall bring the fulness of redemption. What an
awaking shall be theirs! They were laid in their last resting place, weary and
worn, but such they shall not rise. They went to their rest with the furrowed
brow, and the wasted features, but they wake up in beauty and glory. The
shrivelled seed, so destitute of form and comeliness, rises from the dust a
beauteous flower. The winter of the grave gives way to the spring of redemption
and the summer of glory. Blessed is death, since it, through the divine power,
disrobes us of this work-day garment, to clothe us with the wedding garment of
incorruption. Blessed are those who "sleep in Jesus."