My Chapel, My Home

I’ve commissioned a pen drawing of our chapel. It’s rather attractive, so I sought a special place to hang it. My walls already groan with the weight of picture frames, so I chose the room in which little was displayed- my small entrance hall. Above the coat pegs, it will be a salient reminder that my house, though a relaxing haven from the day-job, is not really my home. The chapel is not my home either, come to think of it, but it is an earthly symbol of the mansions of Christ. It is the local meeting point of my spiritual family and where Christ Himself joins us 3-4 times each week. It is where the Master’s voice is most clearly heard and where the redeemed convene to encourage one another. May this lovely picture always remind me that Salem Chapel -and the New Jerusalem it symbolises- is the place to which I am heading.

There remains therefore a rest for the people of God. For he who has entered His rest has himself also ceased from his works as God did from His. Let us therefore be diligent to enter that rest…Hebrews 4:9-11