There is laid up for me a crown of righteousness. 2 Timothy 4:8

There is laid up for me a crown of righteousness.
2 Timothy 4:8
Doubting one! thou hast often said, “I fear I shall never enter heaven.” Fear not! all the people of God shall enter there. I love the quaint saying of a dying man, who exclaimed, “I have no fear of going home; I have sent all before me; God’s finger is on the latch of my door, and I am ready for him to enter.” “But,” said one, “are you not afraid lest you should miss your inheritance?” “Nay,” said he, “nay; there is one crown in heaven which the angel Gabriel could not wear, it will fit no head but mine. There is one throne in heaven which Paul the apostle could not fill; it was made for me, and I shall have it.” O Christian, what a joyous thought! thy portion is secure; “there remaineth a rest.” “But cannot I forfeit it?” No, it is entailed. If I be a child of God I shall not lose it. It is mine as securely as if I were there. Come with me, believer, and let us sit upon the top of Nebo, and view the goodly land, even Canaan. Seest thou that little river of death glistening
in the sunlight, and across it dost thou see the pinnacles of the eternal city? Dost thou mark the pleasant country, and all its joyous inhabitants? Know, then, that if thou couldst fly across thou wouldst see written upon one of its many mansions, “This remaineth for such a one; preserved for him only. He shall be caught up to dwell forever with God.” Poor doubting one, see the fair inheritance; it is thine. If thou believest in the Lord Jesus, if thou hast repented of sin, if thou hast been renewed in heart, thou art one of the Lord’s people, and there is a place reserved for thee, a crown laid up for thee, a harp specially provided for thee. No one else shall have thy portion, it is reserved in heaven for thee, and thou shalt have it ere long, for there shall be no vacant thrones in glory when all the chosen are gathered in.

Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening

Fading Flowers

“The flowers which grow in earth’s garden wither in our hands while we
smell at them.”

They are as frail as they are fair. They grow ont of the dust, and to the dust must they return. As Herbert

“Their root is ever in their grave,
And they must die.”

How speedy is their withering, they are gathered by the hand, and laid before
us, and they wilt and become sickly, fainting, decaying objects. At the very
longest, their lives smile through a day or two, and all is over.

Which of earth’s joys is better than her flowers ? Health flies, wealth takes
to itself wings, honor is a puff of air, and pleasure is a bubble. Only from
heaven can we expect ” pleasure forever more,” and “everlasting joy.” The Rose
of Sharon blooms through all the ages, and the Lily of the Valley, which is
Jesus himself, out lasts all time,—yea, this is the only Everlasting Flower,
for he only hath immortality. Why, then, should we seek for the living among
the dead, or search for sub stance in the land of shadows ? Henceforth, my soul,
gather thy Hearts-ease in the garden of the Lord, pluck thy Forget-me-nots from
beds which Christ has planted, and look for thy Crown- Imperial only in the
Paradise above.

The flowers of the field are children’s adornments. See how the little ones garland
themselves, and fashion chaplets with the buttercups and daisies. Earth’s
loveliest joys are good child’s play ; but, my soul, thou hast to act a nobler
part : seek thou the bliss which fadeth not away. Turn thou to God, thine exceeding
joy, and then if thy years be multiplied upon earth thou shalt have a life-long
possession, or if thou be caught away suddenly thou shalt carry with thee in thy
bosom the rosebud of a life which will open to perfection in the land where
fading and withering are things unknown.

Charles Spurgeon, “Illustrations and Meditations”

The iniquity of the holy things. Exodus 28:38

The iniquity of the holy things.
Exodus 28:38
What a veil is lifted up by these words, and what a disclosure is made! It will be humbling and profitable for us to pause awhile and see this sad sight. The iniquities of our public worship, its hypocrisy, formality, lukewarmness, irreverence, wandering of heart and forgetfulness of God, what a full measure have we there! Our work for the Lord, its emulation, selfishness, carelessness, slackness, unbelief, what a mass of defilement is there! Our private devotions, their laxity, coldness, neglect, sleepiness, and vanity, what a mountain of dead earth is there! If we looked more carefully we should find this iniquity to be far greater than appears at first sight. Dr. Payson, writing to his brother, says, “My parish, as well as my heart, very much resembles the garden of the sluggard; and what is worse, I find that very many of my desires for the melioration of both, proceed either from pride or vanity or indolence. I look at the weeds which overspread my garden, and breathe ou
t an earnest wish that they were eradicated. But why? What prompts the wish? It may be that I may walk out and say to myself, In what fine order is my garden kept!’ This is pride. Or, it may be that my neighbours may look over the wall and say, How finely your garden flourishes!’ This is vanity. Or I may wish for the destruction of the weeds, because I am weary of pulling them up. This is indolence.” So that even our desires after holiness may be polluted by ill motives. Under the greenest sods worms hide themselves; we need not look long to discover them. How cheering is the thought, that when the High Priest bore the iniquity of the holy things he wore upon his brow the words, “Holiness to the Lord:” and even so while Jesus bears our sin, he presents before his Father’s face not our unholiness, but his own holiness. O for grace to view our great High Priest by the eye of faith!

Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening