What was there in your soul or mine for Christ to love? Yet He loved us and washed us in His own blood. Did He do the work imperfectly? Did He leave streaks of sin upon us, or are we whiter than snow?
What magnificence in the thought that when He went into heaven, He went as the one who had made purgation for sin.
I, as an individual believer, can say " I am quite sure that He loved me and washed me from my sins in His own blood;" but more than that, I can say " I have Christ up there as a living Person ever at hand when I get into trouble."
I can have no relationship with God, save as being one on whom He sees the blood of His Son sprinkled; and that Son of His love is seated as Man at His right hand, with every capacity to feel as a man, and to mingle Himself with things that affect us down here.
His eye and His voice guide His people down here when they are near enough to hear and understand. Those who are so, know His mode of guiding, so that they know what He wants them to do. I do not see Him, but His eye is upon me. and I hear His voice behind me saying, " This is the way." Do you turn the thorns and the soil you may pick up by the way into so many the more reasons for walking with Him? Faith says," There is a Man in heaven, and all the divine glory is connected with Him; can walk with Him."
What would one do if instead of looking at Christ, one looked at all the billows and vanities down here, around or within? Here all conflict, up there all peace. Oh, the sweetness of that! and " Behold he cometh."