are they that Wash their Robes
are they that wash their robes, that they may have the right to come to the
tree of life, and may enter in by the gates into the city. Rev. 22:14, R.V.
Do we expect to get to heaven at last and join the heavenly choir? Just as
we go into the grave we will come up, as far as the character is concerned.
. . . Now is the time for washing and ironing. . . .
the throne of God and around that throne a company, and he inquired, Who are
these? The answer came, "These are they which . . . have washed their
robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb" (Rev. 7:14). Christ
leads them to the fountains of living waters, and there is the tree of life
and there is the precious Savior. Here is presented to us a life that measures
with the life of God. There is no pain, sorrow, sickness, or death there.
All is peace and harmony and love. . . .
the time to receive grace and strength and power to combine with our human
efforts that we can form characters for everlasting life. When we do this
we will find that the angels of God will minister unto us, and we shall be
heirs of God and joint heirs with Jesus Christ. And when the last trump shall
sound, and the dead shall be called from their prison house and changed in
a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, the crowns of immortal glory shall be
placed upon the heads of the overcomers. The pearly gates will swing back
for the nations that have kept the truth and they will enter in. The conflict
ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation
of the world" (Matt. 25:34). Do we want this benediction? I do, and I
believe you do. May God help you that you may fight the battles of this life
and gain a victory day by day and at last be among the number that shall cast
their crowns at Jesus' feet and touch the golden harps and fill all heaven
with sweetest music. I want you to love my Jesus. . . . Do not reject my Savior,
for He has paid an infinite price for you. I see in Jesus matchless charms,
and I want you to see these charms.
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