Rejoicing in God’s Law
By R. B. Wheeler
DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS:—I esteem it a sweet privilege to be permitted to write a few lines to the scattered flock who are looking for their blessed Master to come in power and great glory to change these vile bodies and fashion them like unto his most glorious body. O what a glorious prospect there is before the outcast, down-trodden and way-worn pilgrims. They will be ushered into the City to "sit down with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob to go no more out forever." I ask why there are not more willing to deny themselves and go without the camp bearing the reproaches of a gain-saying world for the sake of Christ. The voice of inspiration answers, "For they love the praise of men more than the praise of God." I am very glad I am accounted worthy to suffer shame for the sake of him who died to save me from the curse of a broken law. I can say with the Psalmist, "O how love I thy law! it is my meditation all the day." Truly the Lord has made hard things easy, crooked places straight, and rough places smooth. He has led me in a way that I knew not, and I feel to call on my soul and all that is within me to magnify his holy name, that in these last days, even at the eleventh hour, he has established me in the blessed truths of the gospel. "What God is like our God," who forgiveth iniquity, transgression and sin. Truly the "long suffering of God is salvation." He has made me to delight in his law after the inner man, and his commands are not grievous, but joyous to me. I feel there is no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit; and I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. In Christ there is a fullness. He is all in all, the chiefest among ten thousand and the one altogether lovely. I long to see him as he is and be made like him. Brethren and sisters, as we prize eternal life let us give diligence to make our calling and election sure; let us stand, having our loins girt about with truth, and we waiting for the Lord. Your sister seeking immortality.
R. B. WHEELER.
Worcester, July 16th, 1855.