Checkbook of the Bank of Faith

AH, Lord, you were in your lowest state when before your persecutors you were made to stand like a criminal! Yet the eyes of your faith could see beyond your present humiliation into your future glory. What words are these, "Nevertheless—hereafter!" I would imitate your holy foresight, and in the midst of poverty, or sickness, or slander, I also would say, "Nevertheless—hereafter." Instead of weakness, you have all power; instead of shame, all glory; instead of derision, all worship. Your cross has not dimmed the splendor of your crown, neither has the spittle marred the beauty of your face. Say, rather, you are the more exalted and honored because of your sufferings.

So, Lord, I also would take courage from the "hereafter." I would forget the present tribulation in the future triumph. Help you me by directing me into your Father's love and into your own patience, so that when I am derided for your name I may not be staggered, but think more and more of the hereafter, and, therefore, all the less of today. I shall be with you soon and behold your glory. Wherefore, I am not ashamed, but say in my inmost soul, "Nevertheless—hereafter."