The Inheritance

Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light.

— Colossians 1:12

Heaven will be continuous touch with God. The very sense of being will in itself be bliss. To those who care only for things, and not for the souls of them, for the truth, the reality of them, the prospect of inheriting light can have nothing attractive, and for their comfort, they may rest assured there is no danger of their being required to take up their inheritance at present. Perhaps they will be left to go on sucking things dry, constantly missing the loveliness of them, until they come at last to loathe the lovely husks, turned to ugliness in their false imaginations. The soul of Truth they have lost, because they never loved her. What may they not have to pass through, what purifying fires, before they can even behold her! The notions of so-called Christians concerning the state into which they suppose their friends to have entered, are such as to justify the bitterness of their lamentation over them, and the heathenish doubt whether they shall know them again. Verily it were a wonder if they did! After a year or two of such a fate, they might well be unrecognizable!  The early Christians might now and then plague Paul with a foolish question, but was there ever one of them doubted he was going to find his friends again? It is a mere form of Protean unbelief. They believe, they say, that God is love; but they cannot quite believe that he does not make the love in which we are most like him either a mockery or a torture. Little would any promise of heaven be to me if I might not hope to say, “I am sorry; forgive me; let what I did in anger or in coldness be nothing, in the name of God and Jesus!”