Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named.—EPH. iii. 15.
One family, we dwell in Him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,—
The narrow stream of death.
One army of the living God,
To His command we bow:
Part of His host has crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.
Let us, then, learn that we can never be lonely or forsaken in this life. Shall they forget us because they are “made perfect”? Shall they love us the less because they now have power to love us more? If we forget them not, shall they not remember us with God? No trial, then, can isolate us, no sorrow can cut us off from the Communion of Saints. Kneel down, and you are with them; lift up your eyes, and the heavenly world, high above all perturbation, hangs serenely overhead; only a thin veil, it may be, floats between. All whom we loved, and all who loved us, whom we still love no less, while they love us yet more, are ever near, because ever in His presence in whom we live and dwell.