September 13

From: Daily Sacrifice By: Henry Allan Ironside

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“Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all” — Galatians 4:26²⁶But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all. (Galatians 4:26).

THE heavenly Jerusalem is our mother—that is, our mother city. We are the children of grace and we belong by new creation to heaven. Our citizenship is there (Phil. 3:20²⁰For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ: (Philippians 3:20); note, for conversation read citizenship, the true rendering), and we are called to behave ourselves now as those who belong to that new and glorious scene. When we walk as men of this world, and forget our new citizenship, we dishonor the One who has called us out of darkness into His marvelous light.

“Jerusalem! thou glorious city-height,

Oh, might I enter in!

My spirit wearieth for thy love and light,

Amidst this world of sin—

Far over the dark mountains.

The moorlands cold and gray,

She looketh with sad longing,

And fain would flee away.

O City beautiful! Thy light appears—

The gates by grace set wide—

The Home for which through long, long exile years,

My weary spirit sighed—