How different the believer’s condition in heaven will be from what it is now! Here on earth, we are born to labour and often grow weary; but in the land of immortality, weariness is unknown. Eager to serve our Master, we frequently discover that our strength falls short of our desire, and our constant prayer becomes, “Help me to serve You, O my God.”
When a Christian is truly active, there is much work to do—never too much for the heart’s willingness, but often more than the body can bear. So we find ourselves saying, “I am not tired of the work, but I am tired in the work.” Yet take heart, believer: the long, exhausting day will not last forever. The sun is already sinking toward the horizon, and it will rise again on a brighter day than you have ever known—a day in a land where God’s people serve Him day and night, and yet rest from their labours.
Here, our rest is always incomplete; there, it will be perfect. Here, the Christian is unsettled, conscious that he has not yet reached the goal. There, all are at rest. They have climbed the mountain’s height and entered into the presence of their God. Higher they cannot go.
O weary servant of Christ, think of the day when you will rest forever! Can you imagine it? It is a rest that is eternal—a rest that truly remains. Here, even our best joys carry the mark of mortality: flowers fade, cups of pleasure are drained to the dregs, beloved voices are silenced by death, and our brightest days often give way to nights of sorrow. The high tides of joy ebb back into seasons of grief.
But there—everything is immortal. The harp never rusts, the crown never withers, the eye never dims, the voice never falters, the heart never wavers. The whole redeemed being is absorbed in infinite and unbroken delight.
Blessed day! Truly blessed—when mortality is swallowed up by life, and the eternal Sabbath of God’s people finally begins.