Our minds often revert to Christ as He was, and as such we have desired to see Him. How earnestly have we desired to see the man who talked with the woman at the well. How frequently have we wished that we might see the blessed physician walking amongst the sick and dying, giving life with His touch, and healing with His breath. How frequently too have our thoughts retired to Gethsemane, and we have wished our eyes were strong enough to pierce through that more than two thousand years which part us from that wondrous spectacle, that we might see Him as He was. We shall never see Him thus; Bethlehem's glories are gone forever; Calvary's glooms are swept away; and even Gethsemane's scene is dissolved into the past. We shall never see Him as He was. In vain our fancy tries to paint it, or our imagination to fashion it. We cannot, must not, see Him as He was; nor do we wish, for we have a larger promise, "We shall see Him as He is."
1 John 3:1-3.
Blissful utopia, delightful gardens of ecstacy
winsome eternity, ever pristine;
Jubilation encompassed by His infinite glory
Extraordinarily resplendent, and never before seen.
