August

The Komonibo family had celebrated every August 9 as Tonbara’s birthday. After he left us, we continued “celebrating” but with tears. This year, however, the children felt we should celebrate August 9 but not with tears. Some suggested having a dinner in Tonbara’s honor and thank God for giving him to us for 15 very sweet years. I was not sure but this morning, the Lord seems to say loud and clear “Yonder in the better world, the inhabitants …Our souls shall then have attained the perfection of bliss.” God still speaks!  He seems to be telling me that Tonbara has it better than anyone of us. So do not cry for him.

See the rest of this devotion by Charles Spurgeon:

“The city hath no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it.” Revelation 21:23

 

Yonder in the better world, the inhabitants are independent of all creature comforts. They have no need of raiment; their white robes never wear out, neither shall they ever be defiled. They need no medicine to heal diseases, “for the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick.” They need no sleep to recruit their frames—they rest not day nor night, but unweariedly praise him in his temple. They need no social relationship to minister comfort, and whatever happiness they may derive from association with their fellows is not essential to their bliss, for their Lord’s society is enough for their largest desires. They need no teachers there; they doubtless commune with one another concerning the things of God, but they do not require this by way of instruction; they shall all be taught of the Lord. Ours are the alms at the king’s gate, but they feast at the table itself. Here we lean upon the friendly arm, but there they lean upon their Beloved and upon him alone. Here we must have the help of our companions, but there they find all they want in Christ Jesus. Here we look to the meat which perisheth, and to the raiment which decays before the moth, but there they find everything in God. We use the bucket to fetch us water from the well, but there they drink from the fountain head, and put their lips down to the living water. Here the angels bring us blessings, but we shall want no messengers from heaven then. They shall need no Gabriels there to bring their love-notes from God, for there they shall see him face to face. Oh! what a blessed time shall that be when we shall have mounted above every second cause and shall rest upon the bare arm of God! What a glorious hour when God, and not his creatures; the Lord, and not his works, shall be our daily joy! Our souls shall then have attained the perfection of bliss.

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