An author tells of a French ship
which had been lost for months
amid storms in the southern seas.
One morning land was espied from
the mast-head. Passengers and
crew gathered on deck, awaiting
the sight of the coming shore
in suspense. Vague outlines
only were seen, so vague that
the uncertainty almost broke
the hearts of the watchers.
Was it land? If so, what land?
Could it be France? Was it indeed
France? Or was it some strange country?
Nearer and nearer they came.
Clearer and more distinct became
the outlines. After some hours,
hours which seemed days,
the lookout cried, "France!
France! It is France!"
The joy of the ship's company
knew no bounds. They were indeed
home after all their wanderings, and
all their dangers and fears!
So will it be with us believers,
when, through the mists of that
sea which we call death, we
approach the shores of eternal life.
After the dimness of dying--
our eyes shall open to behold
the banks of the celestial land!
Then the shout will not be, "
France! It is France!" but
"Heaven! Heaven! It is Heaven!"
The storms will all be past.
We shall be in eternal glory.
Then we shall have life in all
its fullness. Then we shall
be home forever!
no ear has heard, and
no mind has imagined--
what GOD has prepared
for those who love HIM!"
1 Corinthians 2:9
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