"In My Father's house are many mansions." The Lord was not leaving His disciples alone in the world as though there was only room for Him and none for them in the Father's House. There was room for them all, had there not been He would have told them long ago, and not have drawn them after Him as He had done. He had won their hearts, because He wanted them THERE. They had looked for a place here in an earthly kingdom, He was going to prepare a place for them there, in the Father's house. They had looked for honour and power on earth, He had something better for them in heaven. He had a home for them there — home and love; His own home, His Father's love. This they were to share with Him, for nothing would satisfy His love but sharing it with them. And this is our prospect. The light of it shines with a soft and comforting radiance into our hearts, it fills us with longing for its realization, for the longing to have us there is in His heart.
And He is coming for us. He will not send for us. We are too precious to Him, too dearly loved for that. He will come Himself. Had we known Him only as a great potentate, splendid in His glory and supreme in dignity, then it would have been fitting that some noble servant should have been sent forth to lead us into His presence chamber to touch the sceptre that He might condescendingly extend to us. But it is not glory, or dignity or splendour of that sort that is revealed to us here, but love; yearning, tender love that can neither wait until we are brought, nor send another for us, but must come itself. The first face that our eyes shall gaze upon at His Coming will be His own face. Countless hosts will attend Him, but they are not mentioned here, nor will they fill our vision then. It will be Himself, and Himself alone. And to Himself He will receive us, that where He is there we may be also.
It is the voice of our great Lover that speaks to us here in words so tender and true and wise, and His voice thrills our hearts, and to us it is enough that where He is there we shall be. Scant is our knowledge of the place; we do not know its glories, its extent, its location, nor are we concerned to know; it suffices us to know that it is the Father's house, and Christ is there, and He wants us to be there to share it with Himself, and we want to be there because He wants to have us there. These are the longings that His love has begotten in our hearts, and so we say, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus."