We Belong to the Heavenly: Our Citzenship Is in Heaven
By:Charles Henry Mackintosh

“Our citizenship is in heaven.” “Ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.” What has a dead man to do with politics? But the Christian is one who has died in Christ—died to sin—died to the law—died to the world—and hence he has, in God’s view of him, no more to do with these things than a man lying dead on the floor. He is alive in Christ—alive to God—alive to all that is spiritual, heavenly, divine. He is in the new creation. His morals, his religion, his politics are all in the new creation—all heavenly all divine. He is done with the world in spirit and principle. He is in it, to walk as a pilgrim and stranger—in it to live as a Christian—a spiritual, heavenly man—but not of it to walk as a worldly, carnal, natural man. “If any man be in Christ, he is a new creature.” May we live in the power of these things.

(From:Christian Truth: Volume 3)


Read Job 3; Jeremiah 20:14-18; Matthew 11:25-30

The Spirit of God in the above scriptures has furnished us with a very striking and edifying contrast. Job opened his mouth and cursed his day. He sighed for rest, but sought it amid the shades of death and in the darkness of the tomb. Dismal rest!

In the prophet Jeremiah we see the same thing. Both these beloved and honored saints of God, when overwhelmed by outward pressure, lost for a moment that well-balanced condition of soul which genuine faith ever imparts.

Now the blessed Master stands before us in Matt. 11 in glorious contrast. That chapter records a number of circumstances which seem entirely against Him. Herod’s prison would seem to have shaken the Baptist’s confidence. The men of that generation had refused the double testimony of righteousness and grace in the ministry of John, and of Christ Himself. Chorazin, Bethsaida, and Capernaum had remained impenitent in view of His “mighty works.” What then? Did the Master take up the language of His servants Job and Jeremiah? By no means. His perfect will was perfectly blended with that of His Father; and hence, “At that time [when all seemed against Him] Jesus answered and said, I thank Thee, O Father,… for so it seemed good in Thy sight.” Here it was that Jesus found His rest. And here it is that He invites all who “labor and are heavy laden,” to “find rest.”

He does not point us to the grave as our resting place; but He graciously stoops down and invites us to share His yoke with Him -to drink into His “meek and lowly” spirit—to bear about a mortified will—to meet the darkest dispensations, and the most trying circumstances, with a “thank God,” and an “even so.” This is divine “rest.” It is rest in life, and not in death—rest in Christ, and not in the grave.

Reader, do you ever find yourself disposed to wish for the grave as a relief from pressure? If so, look at the above scriptures. Think of them, pray over them, and seek to find your rest where Jesus found His, in having no will of your own.

We often think that a change of circumstances would make us happy. We imagine if this trial were removed and that deficiency made up, we would be all right. Let us remember, when tempted to think thus, that what we want is not a change of circumstances, but victory over self. May the Lord ever give us this victory, and then we shall enjoy peace.

(From Christian Truth Volume 3)


You have longed for sweet peace,
And for faith to increase,
And have earnestly, fervently prayed;
But you cannot have rest,
Or be perfectly blest,
Until all on the altar is laid.

Is your all on the altar of sacrifice laid?
Your heart does the Spirit control?
You can only be blest,
And have peace and sweet rest,
As you yield Him your body and soul.

Would you walk with the Lord,
In the light of His Word,
And have peace and contentment alway?
You must do His sweet will,
To be free from all ill,
On the altar your all you must lay.


O we never can know
What the Lord will bestow
Of the blessings for which we have prayed,
Till our body and soul
He doth fully control,
And our all on the altar is laid.


Who can tell all the love
He will send from above,
And how happy our hearts will be made,
Of the fellowship sweet
We shall share at His feet,
When our all on the altar is laid.

[Elisha A. Hoffman, copyright 1900)