Sunday 14 July 2013

I Will Praise Him

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God can stand being told by Professor Ayer and Marghanita Laski that He doesn’t exist.
-          J.B. Priestly, 1894-1984.

   Oscar Wilde once said that, when good Americans die, they go to Paris. (Andrews: 23).  I suppose each of us dream about his/her mystical Nirvana, Shangrila, Valhalla or Utopia in his/her own inimitable way, depending on how or where he/she was raised. The ancients Jews dreamt about Beulah, and Christians regularly remind each other of the wonderful promises of Jesus Of Nazareth:

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. (John 14:1-3 KJV, www.e-sword.net).
    
   Although it is nice to contemplate the gorgeous mansions of Heaven and the obvious majestic beauty of that august place, Christians nevertheless know full well that it is virtually impossible to try and envisage what Heaven must look like.  I know of a man who once dreamt about Heaven (for what it was worth: Most psychologists, psychiatrists and atheists will probably explain that type of dream away in terms of ‘wishful thinking’, ‘hallucinating’ or even ‘a bout of indigestion’ etc.). 
   His reaction to the view, apparently from a lofty hill, was so breathtaking that, he recalls, “I literally gasped for breath and almost stumbled head over heels backwards, completely taken aback by the magnificent panorama presented to me, sprawling for miles in all directions as far as the eye could see. The strangest thing about it all was that there was no horizon! And everybody was laughing, chuckling and giggling and busying themselves boisterously on huge farms, and in grand vineyards and immense orchards of fruit.  There was not one unhappy, gloomy or depressed person in Heaven.”
   People who had survived after they had been considered ‘clinically dead’ have returned with the most amazing stories of the extraordinary beauty of Heaven. Many of the reports and comments have come from dreams about the deceased extolling the beauty of Heaven, such as, “It’s exquisite!” to a deceased speaking to a family member in a dream the very night after the funeral exclaiming, “It’s all true … tell them it’s all true!”
   A friend of mine, who, during an operation gone wrong apparently had been ‘clinically dead’ for about 12 minutes, recalls that he was running energetically over a field of stunningly beautiful flowers in Heaven, and the strangest thing was the fact that the flowers could not be crushed by the weight of his feet. 
   The only comfort Christians really have is that the 'landscape' of Heaven (whatever the concept may mean in Heaven) must be something incomparable to anything existing anywhere on Earth.  The Bible hints on a city (the New Jerusalem) made of gold and all kinds of precious and semi-precious stones, adorned with twelve gates of giant pearl … all enhanced by the glory of a Holy Light emanating from God. 
   Sometimes, when I slip into a contemplative mood, I also fantasizes about a quaint little clapboard cottage complete with picket fence and ramblin’ rose, on an exotic, tropical island island of my own, not unlike Bali ‘hai of South Pacific fame.  But, mind you, not as if I deserved it, but all thanks to the grace of God operating through the blood and sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
   Obviously Heaven must be a place of great beauty, and what normal human being does not appreciate the splendour of gold, diamonds, other precious semi-precious stone, exotic crystal and even glass … how I envy the glassblower’s challenging but exquisite trade! Even pictures of the granite outcrops of Africa, the snow-capped peaks of Europe and the magnificent fjords of Scandinavia tend to take the breath away.  Imagine the Yosemite in spring! In South Africa, Cape Town embraces the Table Mountain National Park like a rare necklace fit for a queen.
   Nevertheless, in spite of all the beauty and wealth of Nature, or the possible splendour of the Heavenly mansions, may our real wealth in Eternity be the fact that our sins have been washed away by the precious blood of Jesus Christ, and that our names have been written in the Lamb’s Book Of Life!  May our true riches be Christ’s robe of Righteousness draped over the shoulders of every believer and even, if it were at all possible, every human being that had ever lived (let God be the judge in this respect, and not us). May our real wealth be Justification by faith through the sacrifice of Jesus at Calvary, and the friendship of a holy, loving and magnanimous Heavenly Father. 
   I would rather live in a little plain and nondescript clapboard-cottage with my sins forgiven and cast into the depths of the sea than live in a three-story palace of gold but with God as my terrible adversary, a thought too ghastly to contemplate.   This song, a truly rare gem, extols the virtue of the God of that fountain of blood that may yet make all the glories, peace and promises of Heaven possible for fallible little beings like us, not on Earth only, but also ‘one day’ in Eternity.  Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done … on Earth as it is in Heaven!  Dear Lord, please wash away each stain.

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I Will Praise Him

(Margaret J. Harris, 1865-1919)

When I saw the cleansing fountain,
Open wide for all my sin,
I obeyed the Spirit’s wooing
When He said, “Wilt thou be clean?”

Tho the way seems straight and narrow,
All I claimed was swept away;
My ambitions, plans and wishes
At my feet in ashes lay.

Then God’s fire upon the altar
Of my heart was set aflame;
I shall never cease to praise Him
Glory, glory to His name!

Blessed be the name of Jesus!
I’m so glad He took me in;
He’s forgiven my transgressions,
He has cleansed my heart from sin.

Glory, glory to the Father!
Glory, glory to the Son!
Glory, glory to the Spirit!
Glory to the Three in One!

CHORUS
I will praise Him! I will praise Him!
Praise the Lamb for sinners slain;
Give Him glory all ye people,
For His blood can wash away each stain. 


                               

Piet Stassen

Bibliography

1.  Andrews, Allen (1969) Quotations For Speakers And Writers. Hamlyn Publishing Group Ltd. London.
2.  Capsol. 'Table Mountain'. Accessed At <http://www.capsol.co.za/blog/uncategorized/table-mountain-has-officially-got-star-quality/> [online] 2013.
3.  Peterson, John V. (1968) Great Hymns Of The Faith. ‘I Will Praise Him’. Zondervan Publishing House. Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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