How blessed to have found in the cross and grave of the Lord Jesus, the burial place of all one’s sinful doubts and fears; but more blessed still is it to look up and see the bright morning of our hopes, beyond the possibility of a cloud. The glory of the Father, came down to the very spot where the blessed One, our own precious Lord and Master lay in death, that death too wherein God was perfectly glorified, and “Set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places, far above all principality and power and might and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come, and hath put all things under his feet, and gave him to be the head over all things to the church which is his body, the fulness of him that filleth all in all.” Now how blessed for us to learn power in that redemption and resurrection of Christ our Lord, and also to see in them the very expression and model of the action of the same power working in us, to put us in association with Him where He is, that we may have part in the glory of this same precious Lord and Master. Oh, how near to each other have death, the grave and glory come in all that He passed through and has now gone into; how blessed to think of Him on high, the man who is worthy; we never get that in the Old Testament; to Abraham, the father of the faithful, God was Almighty, and he was blessed, Solomon too was in his day in a wonderful way endowed, but in Christ God has found a man who is worthy, who has prevailed, who has a claim. May the hearts of all who love Him and know His love, find their increasing comfort and rest in Himself, amid all the wild storms that sweep over time’s pathway, may His peace (“my peace”) ever rule in their hearts.