If I meet a man in the street, I know by his very looks whether he has found peace or not, whether he can say, " Christ looked at me and gave me life, and I know Him as the One, who by going into death for me, put His blood between my sins and the wrath of God.
Is it as being one Spirit with Himself as members of His body that Christ looks upon you? Does He see the church as the pearl of peculiar value-which He sought for the Father's house, and as a bride adorned for her husband? Is the thought that Christ is thus looking on you, the object and motive of your lives down here?
What we want is a rope let down from above -the strength of Him up there, let down into our souls.
On whom am I, as a creature, dependent? On Him who upholds the sun and all created things; on Him, now a Man at God's right hand, by whom all creatorial glory was displayed, who created the whole universe. That One, the chiefest among ten thousand, the altogether lovely, He is my Lord.
Ah! the eye of that Lord is on all His people-before they know Him-an eye passing up and down, reading everything about and in them.