by Rev. Richard Baxter
This rest will be absolutely perfect. We shall then have joy without sorrow, and rest without weariness. There is no mixture of corruption with our graces, nor of suffering with our comfort. There are none of those waves in that harbour, which now so toss us up and down. Today we are
well, tomorrow sick; today in esteem, tomorrow in disgrace; today we have friends, tomorrow none; nay, we have wine and vinegar in the same cup. If “revelations” raise us “to the third heaven”, “the messenger of Satan” must presently “buffet” us, and “the thorn in the flesh” fetch us down, 2 Cor. 12: 2,7. But there is none of this inconstancy in heaven. If “perfect love casteth out fear,” 1 John 4: 18, then perfect joy must needs cast out sorrow, and perfect happiness exclude all the relics of misery. We shall there rest from all the evil of sin and of suffering.
Heaven excludes nothing more directly than sin, whether of nature or of conversation. “There shall in no wise enter any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie,” Rev. 21: 27. What need Christ at all have died if heaven could have contained imperfect souls? “For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil,” 1 John 3: 8. His blood and Spirit have not done all this, to leave us after all defiled. “What communion hath light with darkness? and what concord hath Christ with Belial?” 2 Cor 6: 15. Christian, if thou be once in heaven, thou shalt sin no more. Is not this glad news to thee, who hast prayed and watched against it so long? I know if it were offered to thy choice, thou wouldst rather choose to be freed from sin, than have all the world. Thou shalt have thy desire. That hard heart, those vile thoughts, which accompanied thee to every duty, shall now be left behind for ever. Thy understanding shall never more be troubled with darkness. All dark Scriptures shall be made plain; all seeming contradictions reconciled. The poorest Christian is presently, there, a more perfect divine than any here. Oh that happy day, when error shall vanish for ever! when our understanding shall be filled with God himself, whose light will leave no darkness in us! His face shall be the Scripture, where we shall read the truth. Many a godly man hath here, in his mistaken zeal, been the means of deceiving and perverting his brethren, and, when he sees his own error, cannot again tell how to undeceive them. But there we shall conspire in one truth, as being one in Him who is the truth. We shall also rest from all the sin of our will, affection, and conversation. We shall no more retain this rebelling principle, which is still drawing us from God; no more be oppressed with the power of our corruptions, nor vexed with their presence; no pride, passion, slothfulness, or insensibility shall enter with us; no strangeness to God, and the things of God; no coldness of affection, nor imperfection in our love; no uneven walking, nor grieving of the Spirit; no scandalous action, nor unholy conversation; we shall rest from all these for ever. Then shall our will correspond to the Divine will, as face answers face in a glass;
and from which, as our law and rule, we shall never swerve. “For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from his,” Heb. 4: 10.
Our sufferings were but the consequences of our sinning, and in heaven they both shall cease together. We shall rest from all our doubts of God’s love. It shall no more be said, that “Doubts are like the thistle, a bad weed, but growing in good ground”.* They shall now be weeded out, and trouble the gracious soul no more. We shall hear that kind of language no more, “What shall I do to know my state? How shall I know that God is my Father? — that my heart is upright? — that my conversion is true? that faith is sincere? I am afraid my sins are unpardoned; that all I do is hypocrisy; that God will reject me; that he does not hear my prayers.” All this is there turned into praise. We shall rest from all sense of God’s displeasure. Hell shall not be mixed with heaven. At times the gracious soul “remembered God, and was troubled; complained, and was overwhelmed, and refused to be comforted;” Divine “wrath lay hard upon him, and God afflicted him with all his waves,” Psa. 77: 2,3; 88: 7. But that blessed day shall convince us, that, though God “hid his face from us for a moment,” yet, “with everlasting kindness will he have mercy on us,” Isa. 54: 8. We shall rest from all “the temptations of Satan.” What a grief it is to a Christian, though he yield not to the temptation, yet to be solicited to deny his Lord! What a torment to have such horrid motions made to his soul! such blasphemous ideas presented to his imagination! sometimes cruel thoughts of God, undervaluing thoughts of Christ, unbelieving thoughts of Scripture, or injurious thoughts of Providence! to be tempted sometimes to turn to present things, to play with the baits of sin, and venture on the delights of flesh, and sometimes to atheism itself! especially, when we know the treachery of our own hearts, ready, as tinder, to take fire, as soon as one of those sparks shall fall upon them! Satan hath power here to tempt us “in the wilderness”, but he entereth not “the holy city”; he may “set us on a pinnacle of the temple” in the earthly “Jerusalem”, but the New Jerusalem he may not approach; he may take us up “into an exceeding high mountain,” but the “Mount Sion” he cannot ascend; and if he could, “all kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them,” Matt. 4: 1,5,8 would be a despised bait to a soul possessed of the kingdom of our Lord. No, it is in vain for Satan to offer a temptation more. All our temptations from the world and the flesh shall also cease. Oh the hourly dangers that we here walk in! Every sense and member is a snare; every creature, every mercy, and every duty is a snare to us.
* Dr. John Preston
We can scarcely open our eyes, but we are in danger of envying those above us, or despising those below us; of coveting the honours and riches of some, or beholding the rags and beggary of others with pride and unmercifulness. If we see beauty, it is a bait to lust; if deformity, to loathing and disdain.
How soon do slanderous reports, vain jests, wanton speeches, creep into the heart! How constant and strong a watch does our appetite require! Have we comeliness and beauty? What fuel for pride? Are we deformed? What an occasion of repining! Have we strength of reason, and gifts of learning? Oh how prone to be puffed up, to hunt after applause, and despise our brethren! Are we unlearned? How apt then to despise what we have not! Are we in places of authority? How strong is the temptation to abuse our trust, make our will our law, and cut out all the enjoyments of others, by the rules and model of our own interest and policy? Are we inferiors? How prone to grudge at others’ pre-eminence, and bring their actions to the bar of our judgment? Are we rich, and not too much exalted? Are we poor, and not discontented? Are we no lazy in our duties, or make a Christ of them? Not that God hath made all these things our snares, but through our own corruption they become so to us. Ourselves are the greatest snare to ourselves. This is our comfort, our rest will free us from all these. As Satan hath no entrance there, so neither any thing to serve his malice? but all things there shall join with us in the high praises of our great Deliverer.
As we rest from the temptations, we shall likewise from the abuses and persecutions, of the world. The prayers of the souls under the altar will then be answered, and God will “avenge their blood, on them that dwell on the earth,” Rev. 6: 9,10. This is the time for crowning with thorns; that, for crowning with glory. Now, “all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution,” 2 Tim. 3: 12; then, they “that suffered with him, shall be glorified with him,” Rom. 8: 17. Now, we must “be hated of all men for Christ’s name’s sake,” Matt. 10: 22; then, Christ “will be admired in his saints” that were thus hated, 2 Thess. 1: 10. We are here “made a spectacle unto the world, and to angels, and to men; as the filth of the world, and the offscouring of all things,” 1 Cor. 4: 9, 13. Men “separate us from their company, and reproach us, and cast out our names as evil,” Luke 6: 22. But we shall then be as much gazed at for our glory; and they will be shut out of the church of the saints, and separated from us, whether they will or not. We can scarcely pray in our families, or sing praises to God, but our voice is a vexation to them, how must it torment them then, to see us praising and rejoicing, while they are howling and lamenting! You, brethren, who can now attempt no work of God, without
losing the love of the world, consider, you shall have none in heaven but will further your work, and join heart and voice with you in your everlasting joy and praise. Till then, “possess ye your souls in patience,” Luke 21: 19. Bind all reproaches as a crown to your heads. Esteem them greater riches than the world’s treasures. “It is a righteous thing with God to recompense tribulation to them that trouble you; and to you who are troubled, rest with Christ,” 2 Thess. 1: 6,7.
We shall then rest from all our sad divisions and unchristian quarrels with one another. How lovingly do thousands live together in heaven, who lived at variance upon earth! There is no contention, because none of this pride, ignorance, or other corruption. There is no plotting to strengthen our party, nor deep designing against our brethren. If there be sorrow or shame in heaven, we shall then be both sorry and ashamed to remember all this carriage on earth; as Joseph’s brethren were to behold him, when they remembered their former unkind usage. Is it not enough that all the world is against us, but we must also be against one another? O happy days of persecution, which drove us together in love, whom the sunshine of liberty and prosperity crumbles into dust by our contentions! O happy day of the saints’ rest in glory, when, as there is one God, one Christ, one Spirit, so we shall have one heart, one church, one employment for ever!
We shall then rest from our participation of our brethren’s sufferings. The church on earth is a mere hospital; some groaning under a dark understanding, some under an insensible heart, some languishing under unfruitful weakness, and some bleeding for miscarriages and wilfulness; some crying out of their poverty, some groaning under pains and infirmities, and some bewailing a whole catalogue of calamities. But a far greater grief it is, to see our dearest and most intimate friends turned aside from the truth of Christ, continuing their neglect of Christ and their souls, and nothing will awaken them out of their security; to look on an ungodly father or mother, brother or sister, wife or husband, child or friend, and think how certainly they shall be in hell for ever, if they die in their present unregenerate state; to think of the gospel departing, the glory taken from our Israel, poor souls left willingly dark and destitute, and blowing out the light that should guide them to salvation. Our day of rest will free us from all this, “and the days of mourning shall be ended: then thy people, O Lord, shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land for ever, the branch of thy planting, the work of thy hands, that thou mayest be glorified,” Isa. 60: 20,21.
Then we shall rest from all our now personal sufferings. This may seem
a small thing to those who live in ease and prosperity; but to the daily afflicted soul it makes the thoughts of heaven delightful. Oh the dying life we now live! as full of sufferings as of days and hours! Our Redeemer leaves this measure of misery upon us, to make us know for what we are beholden, to mind us of what we should else forget, to be serviceable to his wise and gracious designs, and advantageous to our full and final recovery. Grief enters at every sense, and seizes every part and power of flesh and spirit. What noble part is there, that suffereth its pain or ruin alone? But sin and flesh, dust and pain, will all be left behind together. Oh the blessed tranquility of that region, where there is nothing but sweet continued peace! O healthful place, where none are sick! O happy land, where all are kings! O holy assembly, where all are priests! How free a state, where none are servants, but to their supreme Monarch! The poor man shall no more be tired with his labours: “no more hunger or thirst,” cold or nakedness; no pinching frosts, or scorching heats. Our faces shall no more be pale or sad, no more breaches in friendship, nor parting of friends asunder; no more trouble accompanying our relations, nor voice of lamentation heard in our dwellings: “God shall wipe away all tears from our eyes,” Rev. 7: 16, 17. O my soul, bear with the infirmities of thine earthly tabernacle, it will be thus but a little while; the sound of thy Redeemer’s feet is even at the door.
We shall also rest from all the toil of duties. The conscientious magistrate, parent, and minister, cries out, “Oh the burden that lieth upon me!” Every relation, state, and age, hath variety of duties; so that every conscientious Christian cries out, “Oh the burden! Oh, my weakness that makes it burdensome!” But our remaining rest will ease us of the burdens.
Once more, we shall rest from all these troublesome afflictions, which necessarily accompany our absence from God. The trouble that is mixed in our desires and hopes, our longings and awaitings, shall then cease. We shall no more look into our cabinet, and miss our treasure; into our hearts, and miss our Christ; no more seek him from ordinance to ordinance; but all be concluded in a most blessed and full enjoyment.
The last jewel of our crown is, that it will be an everlasting rest. Without this, all were comparatively nothing. The very thought of leaving it would embitter all our joys. It would be a hell in heaven, to think of once losing heaven; as it would be a kind of heaven to be damned, had they but hopes of once escaping. Mortality is the disgrace of all sublunary delights. How it spoils our pleasure, to see it dying in our hands! But, O blessed eternity! where our lives are perplexed with no such thoughts, nor our joys interrupted with any such fears! where we shall be “pillars in the temple
of God, and go no more out,” Rev. 3: 12. While we were servants, we held by lease, and that but for the term of a transitory life; “but the son abideth in the house for ever,” John 8: 35. Our earthly paradise in Eden had a way out, but none, that ever we could find, in again; but this eternal paradise hath a way in, but no way out again: see Luke 16: 26. O my soul, let go thy dreams of present pleasures, and loose thy hold of earth and flesh. Study frequently, study thoroughly, this one word — eternity. What! live, and never die! “Rejoice, and ever rejoice!” O happy souls in hell, should you but escape after millions of ages! O miserable saints in heaven, should you be dispossessed, after the age of a million of worlds! This word, everlasting, contains the perfection of their torment, and our glory. Oh that the sinner would study this word, methinks that it would startle him out of his dead sleep! Oh that the gracious soul would study it, methinks it should revive him in his deepest agony! — And must I, Lord, thus live for ever? Then will I also love for ever. Must my joys be immortal? and shall not my thanks be also immortal? Surely, if I shall never lose my glory, I will never cease thy praises. If thou wilt both perfect and perpetuate me and my glory; as I shall be thine, and not my own, so shall my glory be thy glory. And as thy glory was thy ultimate end in my glory; so shall it also be my end, when thou hast crowned me with that glory which hath no end. “Unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever,” 1 Tim. 1: 17.
Thus I have endeavoured to show you a glimpse of approaching glory. But how short are my expressions of its excellency! Reader, if thou art a humble, sincere believer, and waitest with longing and labouring for this rest, thou wilt shortly see and feel the truth of all this; thou wilt then have so high an apprehension of this blessed state, as will make thee pity the ignorance and distance of mortals, and will tell thee, all that is here said falls short of the whole truth a thousand-fold. In the meantime, let this much kindle thy desires, and quicken thy endeavours. Up, and be doing; run, and strive, and fight, and hold on; for thou hast a certain glorious prize before thee. God will not mock thee; do not mock thyself, nor betray thy soul by delaying, and all is thine own. What kind of men, dost thou think, would Christians be in their lives and duties, if they had still this glory fresh in their thoughts? What frame would their spirits be in, if their thoughts of heaven were lively and believing? Would their hearts be so heavy? their countenances be so sad? or would they have need to take up their comforts from below? Would they be so loath to suffer, so afraid to die? or would they not think every day a year, till they enjoy
it? May the Lord heal our carnal hearts, lest we “enter not into the rest because of unbelief,” Heb. 3: 19.
(Extracted from The Saints’ Everlasting Rest by Richard Baxter)