"Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth." Col 3:2
"To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary." Ps 63:2
"For Christ is not entered into the holy places made with hands, which are the figures of the true; but into heaven itself." Heb 9:24a
Heavenly things always govern earthly things. This is the Bible principle. As I was interceding for our headcovering sisters and pondering 1 Cor 11 this morning, I came to realize that this portion is also deeply spiritual and unearthly in nature. It is connected to God’s glory and the angelic interest in the gatherings of the saints on this earth.
But I want to ask you; when is the last time you really felt heaven in your Sunday service? When is the last time we were just overwhelmed by the presence of God and His glory? Is the confession of the above Psalm writer ours as well? O have we seen thee in the sanctuary with thy power and thy glory? Does our Sunday service reflect heaven and its beauty?
If we are honest to ourselves, we would admit that there are too many human elements in our hearts and (probably) in our churches. We are soaked with the philosophy of pragmatism and program-oriented mindset. In many places, we see that the earthly and carnal things are blocking heavenly and spiritual things. There is a tragic disorder. So the church is groaning and so are the saints. We are so hungry for the real things. We are tired of both human-made emotionalism and cold intellectualism in our churches. “My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.” (Psalm 63:1)
I realized that to practice headcovering is not a goal but the glorious beginning. It will guide us to seek things in heaven earnestly and single-mindedly ever more. And it will not allow us to feel satisfaction until we see the full recovery of Christian worship on this earth. Let Thy glory fall down. O let us be absorbed in Christ who entered into heaven!
Lastly I am going to quote a poem written by Gerhard Tersteegen.
How sweet it is, when, wean’d from all,
We follow Jesus’ secret call,
And hidden in Him live!
How sweet to be released from sin,
And, freed from all self-love within,
To God alone to cleave!
How sweet, from earthly things to part,
And In the closet of the heart,
To live retired with God!
How sweet, the Lord Himself to find
Residing in our inmost mind,
And make Him our abode!
How sweet, when with a child-like grace,
We walk before the Father’s face,
And seek but Him to please!
How sweet, when we to all below,
A meek and quiet spirit show,
And live in perfect peace!
How sweet. when with a silent awe,
In spirit near to God we draw,
Array’d in truth divine!
How sweet when with a cherub’s eye,
We fixedly behold Him nigh,
And in His glory shine!
How sweet, when all our powers and will,
Subdued, resigned, serene, and still,
At God’s disposal lie!
How sweet, when every lofty thought,
Is into due subjection brought,
Before the omniscient eye!
How sweet, when self and things remote
Are lost and utterly forgot,
And all our cares depart!
How sweet, beyond all time and place,
A still eternity to trace
Within our inmost heart!
How sweet it is, retired and free,
In such a desert place to be,
And hear the voice of peace!
How sweet, when undisturbed we rest
Like children on a parent’s breast,
And from our own works cease!
How sweet, when after wasting strength,
The spirit find its home at length,
And roams no more abroad
How sweet, in pure and perfect love,
To soar through sense to things above,
And join ourselves to God!
O precious, sweet eternity,
Thou realm of peace! How happy he,
Who Thee within hath found!
My spirit in Thy silence blest,
Shall steadfast in concealment rest,
Till life hath reached its bound!