In the King’s Palace
“Oh,” you say, “I am in the pit of sin!” Joseph was in the pit. “Oh,” you say, “I am in the prison of mine iniquity!” Joseph was once in prison. “Oh,” you say, “I didn’t have a fair chance; I was denied maternal kindness!” Joseph was denied maternal attendance. “Oh,” you say, “I am far away from the land of my nativity!” Joseph was far from home. “Oh,” you say, “I have been betrayed and exasperated!” Did not Joseph’s brethren sell him to a passing Ishmaelitish caravan? Yet God brought him to that emblazoned residence; and if you will trust His grace in Jesus Christ you, too, will be empalaced. Oh, what a day that will be when the old folks come from an adjoining mansion in heaven, and find you amid the alabaster pillars of the throne-room and living with the king! They are coming up the steps now, and the epauletted guard of the palace rushes in and says: “Your father’s coming, your mother’s coming!” And when under the arches of precious stones and on the pavement of porphyry you greet each other, the scene will eclipse the meeting on the Goshen highway, when Joseph and Jacob fell on each other’s neck and wept a good while.
But oh, how changed the old folks will be! Their cheek smoothed into the flesh of a little child. Their stooped posture lifted into immortal symmetry. Their foot now so feeble, then with the sprightliness of a bounding roe as they shall say to you: “A spirit passed this way from earth and told us that you were wayward and dissipated after we left the world; but you have repented, our prayer has been answered, and you are here; and as we used to visit you on earth before we died, now we visit you in your new home after our ascension.” And father will say, “Mother, don’t you see Joseph is yet alive?” and mother will say, “Yes, father, Joseph is yet alive.” And then they will talk over their earthly anxieties in regard to you, and the midnight supplications in your behalf, and they will recite to each other the old Scripture passage with which they used to cheer their staggering faith: “I will be a God to thee and thy seed after thee.” Oh, the palace, the palace, the palace! That is what Richard Baxter called “The Saints’ Everlasting Rest.” That is what John Bunyan called the “Celestial City.” That is Young’s “Night Thoughts” turned into morning exultations. That is Gray’s “Elegy in a Churchyard” turned to resurrection spectacle. That is the “Cotter’s Saturday Night” exchanged for the Cotter’s Sabbath morning. That is the shepherd of Salisbury Plain amid the flocks on the hills of heaven. That is the famine-struck Padan-aram turned into the rich pasture fields of Goshen. That is Jacob visiting Joseph at the emerald castle.