Conversing just now with a dear
servant of the church, I remarked that he must be somewhere
about seventy-five. He replied, "I am eighty-two."
"That," I replied, "is a good
old age."
"Yes," said he, "it is." Then
he cheerfully nodded his head and added, "We shall get Home;
WE SHALL GET HOME!"
And so we shall, brothers; so
we shall, sisters. In chorus we will take up our brother’s
word and say, "We shall get Home."
"We shall get Home." There is
music in that simple sentence—a soft melody, as of the evening
bell. Early in life its sound may be more stirring and trumpet-like,
nerving our youth to energy and making us cry, "Excelsior";
but as our years increase and the sun descends, its note is
sweet and soothing. We love to listen to it in our quiet moods,
for each word has a silvery tone—"We shall get Home; WE SHALL
GET HOME!"
This is our great comfort: however
long the way, we shall get Home. We may live to be eighty-two,
or even ninety-nine; but we shall get Home in due time. We
must not doubt that blessed truth, for the Lord has taught
us to sing in the song of Moses His servant, "Thou shalt bring
them in, and plant them in the mountain of thine inheritance."
The way may be rough for the
Christian, but it is the King’s Highway, and no brigands can
drag us off it: we shall by this road get Home to the Father’s
own house above.
Some of us are not nearing threescore
years as yet, and perhaps we have many long leagues to traverse,
but we who are saved shall get Home—glory be to God!
His love has fixed
the happy day
When the last tears will wet our eyes,
And God shall wipe those dews away,
And fill us with divine surprise,
To be at Home, and see His face,
And feel His infinite embrace.
One reason why I feel sure that
we shall get Home is this: We are found in the road which leads
there. This is a great wonder—in fact, a greater wonder than
our getting Home will be.
When we were far astray, with
our backs to the Father’s house, fond of riotous living, the
Lord in His infinite mercy convicted us. We then trusted Him,
and He set our feet upon the way of life. This is a miracle
of grace, and I never tire thinking of it. Because of all
that it includes, I feel quite at ease about getting Home.
"For if, when we were enemies,
we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more,
being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life." The love
which plucked us out of the fire will assuredly keep us from
falling back into it. God does not begin a work without intending
to finish it.
Besides, we have already come
far on the road; therefore, we shall get Home. Considering
our many temptations and trials and the evil of our nature,
we are bound to praise the Lord with our whole hearts because
we who are saved have been preserved unto this day.
Our life in the future can hardly
be more full of miracle than the past has been: why should
we suppose that the Lord will stay His hand? Nothing but omnipotent
grace could have brought us thus far, and that grace is quite
sufficient to preserve us through all the rest of the way.
We shall get Home; for "the Lord
hath been mindful of us: he will bless us." Even in the hour
of death, fear shall not overshadow us.
You know how quaintly John Mason
puts it—
I have a God that
changeth not:
Why should I be perplexed?
My God, that owns me in this world,
Will own me in the next.
Go fearless then, my soul, with God
Into another room:
Thou who hast walked with Him here,
Go, see thy God at Home.
I am persuaded Christians shall
get Home because oftentimes we receive messages from the Father
Himself, and these love words assure us that He remembers us;
and if He remembers us, He will not let us perish.
Moreover, we receive substantial
help from Him, and He comforts by the way both by day and
by night. If He meant to cast the saved off at last, He would
not so often have cheered our spirits by His gracious visits
and love tokens on the road.
As the land birds which light
upon the rigging of his vessel assure the voyager that he
is nearing the shore, which as yet he sees not, so heavenly
blessings without number flying to our succor tell us that
the Gloryland is nigh. We shall soon cast anchor in the fair
havens.
We shall get Home, for other
Christians have done so who were once at our side traveling
the same path. We asked them, as they departed from us, how
they hoped to reach their journey’s end; and they told us
that all their hope rested upon sovereign grace. What less
or what more do we rest in? That grace which has secured to
them a safe journey will secure the like to us; why should
it not?
It is true that we do not deserve
it, nor did they: it was to them a matter of grace, as it
certainly will be to us. But that grace is true and constant.
All who sail with Jesus are saved from the yawning deep. Yes,
even though it should be on boards and broken pieces of the
ship, we shall get safe to land!
We shall get Home; for oh, if
we do not, what a lament there will be in Heaven!
Think of that. If the children
of God do not come Home, what mourning for the lost ones will
be heard in the mansions above. Neither God nor good men could
see the divine family broken and yet be happy.
Every angel in Heaven would feel
a disappointment if one child of God were absent at the reading
of the muster roll. Did they not once rejoice over each one
of us as a sinner repenting? Their sympathetic mirth was premature
in our cases if we were to perish by the way.
But angels are not doomed to
find their hopes frustrated; neither will the great Father
find that He Himself was glad too soon. Heaven would be a
desolate place if at its banquets some David’s seat were empty!
We cannot endure to imagine some member of the sacred family
missing, lost forever, cast into Hell! It will not be, for
in that land of absolute perfectness there is
No missing heir,
no harp that lies unstrung,
No vacant place those hallowed halls
among.
We shall get Home, for the great
Father Himself will never rest until we do. He who bought us
with His precious blood will never be satisfied till all His
redeemed shall stand around Him girt in their snow-white robes.
If we had been on pilgrimage
with our families and had reached home ourselves, then missed
a dear child, what a stir there would have been! To every
father I ask, Would you sleep with a child lost? Would you
not tramp back every step of the road to seek your dear stray
lamb? You would cry everywhere, "Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?"
Well can I imagine our Good Shepherd
using the same words concerning any one of us if we did not
get Home, and asking everywhere, "Saw ye him whom My soul
loveth?" He would not rest until He had found His chosen,
His heart’s delight.
Did He rest the first time till
He brought us Home on His shoulders rejoicing? Would He rest
a second time till He had folded us in Glory? No! He can never
have full joy in His heart until all His ransomed are in the
place where the many mansions be.
"We shall get Home." Brothers,
we shall get Home. I am sure we shall; and what a joy it will
be! Think of the bliss of seeing our Father, our Home, our
Saviour, and all those who are dear to us for Jesus’ sake!
A venerable sister who saw me
very busy the other day remarked that we shall have plenty
of time to talk to each other in eternity. I do not quite
see how there can be time where time shall be no more; but
no doubt there will be space and opportunity for the fullest
communion with each other and for much fellowship of united
delight in the adorable Person of our blessed Lord. I anticipate
much felicity from fellowship with perfect saints above, since
I have had so much pleasure in the society of imperfect saints
below.
Many have gone Home from us of
late, and we are all getting older. But let us not regret
that since the Home above is being filled, a perfect society
is being formed which will last forever.
I remember a remark made by my
dear friend John Edwards before he left us for the Fatherland
above. I said to him one day, "Our brother So-and-so has gone
Home."
He replied, "Where else should
he go?"
Just so, when evening draws nigh,
home is the fit place for each of us, so we instinctively
turn to it. We think badly of people who do not care to go
home when their work is done. Some workmen make long hours
and stay late at work, but nobody envies them on that account.
Most persons think the sooner they are home, the better.
Do not you think so? Do not you
long for the Home-going? It is best to have no impatience
about it, but to fill up the whole day with holy service,
then consider going Home as the crown of it all. Even this
poor world can be made very homelike if we have the true childlike
spirit.
"Where is your home?" asked one
of a little girl. The reply was, "My home is where Mother
is." Even so, Home to the saved is where Jesus is; and if
He wills us to tarry out of Heaven for awhile, we will feel
at home in the desert in His sweet company.
Here, however, comes in a word
of caution: It will be wise to ask ourselves, Where is our
home? Somebody said, "It is well to go home, if we have a
good home to go to." That point is worthy of deep thought.
Every creature goes to its own
place: the fox to its hole, the bird to its nest, the lion
to its den, and man to his home.
The saved will rise to be with
Jesus. As for the ungodly, where will they go? Where must
they go? You may judge of their place by their choice.
What are their pleasures—vanity,
sin, self? There are none of these things in Heaven. If they
have found their pleasure in the ways of Satan, there shall
they find their endless portion.
We may judge men by their company.
Like will turn to like. What sort of company do you prefer?
The man who sings the drunkard’s song, the man who pours forth
loose talk, is he your companion and friend? Then you shall
be gathered to him and to such as he, in the assembly of the
dead.
I remember a good woman saying
to me on her dying bed, "I am sure the Lord will not cause
me to live forever with the ungodly and the profane, for I
have never loved such society. I think He will let me be in
my own company."
"Yes, that He will, if you have
trusted Him as your Saviour," I replied.
If you, friend, are numbered
amongst the ungodly, you must have your portion far off from
God. The ungodly cannot find a home among the saved, the sanctified.
You who are unsaved, I pray you
think over those words of the psalmist: "If I make my bed
in hell…." And what a bed! But as you make it, you will have
to lie upon it.
O my beloved, do not one of you
run the risk of such a doom. We have loved each other here;
let us not be divided. Let us go together along the way Home.
Together let us follow Jesus; then we shall all get Home to
the same Father’s house.
My joy, my crown, my second heaven
shall be to meet you all there in that sweet, sweet Home where
danger shall be ended, where sorrow shall be banished, and
where sin shall be excluded. Our Father will receive us, our
elder Brother will joy in us, the Spirit of God will be glad
over us, and all the rest of the redeemed by His blood will
welcome us.
Do not our souls joyfully anticipate
that grandest of all family gatherings? Is it not a jubilee
to our hearts to think of the general assembly and church
of the firstborn, whose names are written in Heaven?
"We shall get Home;
WE SHALL GET HOME!"