It is at the Second Coming of Our Lord Jesus Christ that the Earth
Will be Delivered from the Bondage of Corruption and Transformed
into the Paradise of God
WHEN man fell creation fell.
It fell because creation in respect to this earth was headed up in
him.
God placed a ban upon it, a restraint of its fruitfulness.
Instead He gave liberty to thorns and briars and poisonous, creeping
things.
You may plant your garden, you may plant your orchard, set your
vines and sow your fields. You may go to sleep and rest and think
your work is done, that nothing remains but to awake again and
receive the looked-for fruit and harvest.
When you do awake you will find the poisonous, creeping things have
climbed over your wall and fence, have glided in among the good
seed, flung their tentacles of death about them and are slowly,
surely strangling the life out of them.
If you would have your garden to grow, your orchard to yield its
fruit, your vineyard to hang out its purple clusters, your harvests
to ripen in the kiss of sun and developing touch of caressing winds,
then you must rise early and toil late. For every acre of worthful
land you must crown your brow with the sweat of unceasing and
exacting toil.
The earth is in bondage. It is held in the close, the gripping and
relentless bonds of corruption.
Everywhere and in all things is the corruption of the dead.
The very air you breathe is dust from the mingled bones of the dead.
The earth is crammed with the dead of man and beast. The grain that
is reaped and the flowers that bloom grow forth from the fatness of
the grave and the impulse of corruption, watered by tears distilled
from the heartache of the generations old who have sorrowed above
that grave and wept and hoped in vain.
Put your ear to the bosom of old mother earth and you will hear a
moaning and lament like unto women in travail who seek to bring to
the birth.
I am told the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain
together until now; that it is on the tiptoe of expectation with
neck and head stretched out waiting for the Coming of the Son of God
and all the sons of glory.
O yes! creation in all her borders is crying out for the Son of God
to come.
It is crying out from all its rivers, from the moan of the sea, in
the shiver of earthquake and the rush of the lava tide from the red
throat of the flaming volcano. It is crying out in the heat of
burning deserts, in every pain that is felt, in every tear of
anguish that stains the face and speaks the agony of the heart, in
every clod that falls with its accent of woe upon the coffin lid, in
all the bitterness, the shame and tragedy of a sin-smitten and
Devil-hurt world; everything in nature from rock and worm to man is
crying out: "Come, Lord Jesus, and build again this broken and
ruined earth of thine."
He will hear the cry.
When He comes He will take off the ban.
He will deliver from corruption.
The earth will no longer shiver as an aspen.
Fear will no longer walk forth like a tyrant and set the pulses
beating or hold them strangling.
Briars and thorns and fiend-like weeds and smothering, choking
things that have kept the earth in barrenness where Eden-like
gardens should have bloomed, and, thank God, all graves, will
disappear. The desert shall bloom as the rose, the earth shall be
renewed, made beautiful, and all creation loosened from its prison
bonds shall sing and echo with unending harmonies in every freely
fruiting and growing thing throughout all its delivered and happy
borders.
For a thousand golden years under a new heavens and beneath a pure
sky where the air shall flow round it as a river of crystal from the
throne of God the earth will roll onward to the music of its sister
spheres keeping time in the great diapason of the universe that owns
and celebrates the glory of God; then, at last, it will pass through
gates of fire and come forth into that new orbit, as that new earth
wherein is no more dividing sea, storm swept and full of the wrecks
of ships, of greater wrecks of hopes, and tiled with the white bones
of the dead; that new earth where there shall be no more night with
its hidden evil and its long and darksome hours in which the
sufferer yearns for morning light, no more tears, nor sorrow, nor
pain, nor any more that black and ever multiplying horror they call
death; that new earth that shall be no longer the footstool, but the
exalted and special throne of God--the center of the universe.
Into this new and perfect earth the Church shall descend--a company
of redeemed, blood-washed, immortal sons of God.
The Son of God and God the Son Himself shall descend and dwell
there. Then for the first time shall the children of God behold in
Him the full lineament of their Father's face; for, though He be the
eternal Son He shall be seen and known as the "everlasting Father,"
or "the Father of the everlasting age."
The onlooking worlds as they swing in their chorus of adoration
about this radiant and omnipotent center will learn and proclaim the
immense truth that this earth was created, not merely as an
expression of the wisdom, genius and might of God in His function as
a creator, but as the arena of redemption, as the spot whence in all
the wide empire of His power might be known and felt the pulse beat
of His heart. As the innumerable hosts of heaven sweep around this
center of grace and redemption, as they behold beings who once were
lost in sin, wrecked and ruined beyond human hope or angelic aid,
now immortal, holy, happy sons of God, they will break forth in ever
increasing songs of adoration and shall say as they sing till the
universe shall repeat it again and again:
"Behold, the glory of God is not alone in his majesty and might, in
his holiness and omnipotence, but in his love."
They shall take up that marvellous passage in John 3: 16 and cry it
aloud so that it will ring with accumulating praise to Him who first
uttered it:
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have
everlasting life."
And all the host of heaven shall proclaim:
"God is love. God is love."
All this consummation is to find its initial at the Second Coming of
our Lord Jesus Christ.
And because I want to see this earth freed from the stain of sin,
the torture of pain, the accents of sorrow, the terror of tears, the
hour of dying, the black and shameful grave, the trench of
corruption and the Devil's ministry of death; because I want to see
a worth-while world where no longer the earth shall turn from night
to morn and then from morn to disappointing night again, but shall
glow forever in the light of an endless morn; because I want to see
a world where the purposes of God in love, in benediction and
unfailing grace are no longer seemingly contradicted by untoward
events and conditions, by problems that with the best apologies for
the divine character no human genius can solve or balance, but are
written in high and lifted testimony brighter than the stars of any
night and stronger shining than any sun of day; because I want to
see a world where man shall be the enthronement of God and shall
glorify Him as such, and where every atom of earth shall be full of
His love and redolent with His praise, and where life shall be only
another name for joy and the unending and the ever new unfoldment of
it, the actual joy of unreserved, unlimited living; and because this
desire in all its full accomplishment can come and the first notes
of infinite triumph alone be struck and the song begin by the Coming
of our Lord Jesus Christ--I preach His Second Coming.