THE NIGHT THAT KNEW NO MORNING (6 OF 16)
Scripture: JOHN 13:30
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Great Nights of the Bible (6 of 16)
The Night That Knew No Morning
Clarence E. Macartney
John 13:30
In my dream I was carried away to a great and high
mountain where I saw that great city, the goal of all
our hopes and desires, the end of our salvation, the
Holy City of God, the New Jerusalem. Around the city,
as around the earthly Jerusalem, there ran a wall
great and high. There were twelve gates- north, south,
east, and west-and every gate was a pearl, and at
every gate stood one of the great angels. On the gates
were written the names of the twelve tribes of the
children of Israel, from Reuben to Benjamin. The wall
of the city stood upon twelve massive foundation
stones, and on each stone was the name of one of the
twelve apostles of the Lamb. As I walked around the
city, thrilling with joy and rapture at the glory and
splendor of it, I read the names written upon the
twelve stones-Peter, James, John, and all the others.
But one name was missing. I looked in vain for that
name, either on the twelve gates or on the twelve
foundation stones-and that name was Judas.
The longest night in the history of the world is
drawing to a close. The night is passing, but the day
has not yet come. Far to the east, over the mountains
of Moab, there is just the faintest intimation of the
coming day. The huge walls of Jerusalem and the towers
and pinnacles of the temple are emerging from the
shadows of the night. In the half darkness and half
light I can make out a solitary figure coming down the
winding road from the wall of Jerusalem toward the
gorge of the Kedron. On the bridge over the brook he
pauses for a moment and, turning, looks back toward
the Holy City. Then he goes forward for a few paces
and, again turning, halts and looks up toward the
massive walls of the city. Again he turns, and this
time he does not stop. Now I can see that in his hand
he carries a rope. Up the slope of Olivet he comes
...
The Night That Knew No Morning
Clarence E. Macartney
John 13:30
In my dream I was carried away to a great and high
mountain where I saw that great city, the goal of all
our hopes and desires, the end of our salvation, the
Holy City of God, the New Jerusalem. Around the city,
as around the earthly Jerusalem, there ran a wall
great and high. There were twelve gates- north, south,
east, and west-and every gate was a pearl, and at
every gate stood one of the great angels. On the gates
were written the names of the twelve tribes of the
children of Israel, from Reuben to Benjamin. The wall
of the city stood upon twelve massive foundation
stones, and on each stone was the name of one of the
twelve apostles of the Lamb. As I walked around the
city, thrilling with joy and rapture at the glory and
splendor of it, I read the names written upon the
twelve stones-Peter, James, John, and all the others.
But one name was missing. I looked in vain for that
name, either on the twelve gates or on the twelve
foundation stones-and that name was Judas.
The longest night in the history of the world is
drawing to a close. The night is passing, but the day
has not yet come. Far to the east, over the mountains
of Moab, there is just the faintest intimation of the
coming day. The huge walls of Jerusalem and the towers
and pinnacles of the temple are emerging from the
shadows of the night. In the half darkness and half
light I can make out a solitary figure coming down the
winding road from the wall of Jerusalem toward the
gorge of the Kedron. On the bridge over the brook he
pauses for a moment and, turning, looks back toward
the Holy City. Then he goes forward for a few paces
and, again turning, halts and looks up toward the
massive walls of the city. Again he turns, and this
time he does not stop. Now I can see that in his hand
he carries a rope. Up the slope of Olivet he comes
...
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