The New Jerusalem
“And I John saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”
Apocalypse 21:2 · Douay-Rheims
Everything above was for this.
Foursquare, and the length as great as the breadth
“The city lieth in a foursquare… The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal… And the building of the wall thereof was of jasper: but the city itself pure gold, like to clear glass.”
John does not merely admire the city — he measures it. A perfect cube, like the Holy of Holies of old, but grown to hold the whole redeemed world. Heaven is not a vague mist; it is a place, prepared, with dimensions, built to last forever.
Twelve foundations of twelve stones
“And the foundations of the wall of the city were adorned with all manner of precious stones… And the twelve gates are twelve pearls… And the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.”
Every foundation a different jewel, every gate a single pearl, the streets gold clear as glass. The whole city is built of light made solid. And on the foundations, the names of the twelve apostles — the ordinary men who first carried this Gospel are written into the bedrock of heaven.
The Lamb is the light thereof
“And I saw no temple therein. For the Lord God Almighty is the temple thereof, and the Lamb. And the city hath no need of the sun, nor of the moon… for the glory of God hath enlightened it, and the Lamb is the lamp thereof.”
No temple — because the whole city is His presence now; the veil that tore on Good Friday is simply gone. No sun — because the Light that dawned from the empty tomb never sets again. Look: there are no shadows here at all.
A river of the water of life
“And he shewed me a river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne… On both sides of the river, the tree of life, bearing twelve fruits, yielding its fruits every month.”
This month, the tree yields its fruit.
The garden lost in Genesis is given back at the very end — the tree of life, once guarded by a flaming sword, now growing freely by an open river, its leaves “for the healing of the nations.” The whole story of Scripture is a road out of one garden and home into another.
God shall wipe away all tears
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes: and death shall be no more, nor mourning, nor crying, nor sorrow shall be any more, for the former things are passed away.”
Not merely comforted from a distance — God Himself, close enough to wipe each face. Every grief in every window before this one is answered here. This is where the running father was always running to; this is the far shore past every parted sea.
Behold, I make all things new
This is the end the whole gallery was walking toward — God dwelling with His people, every tear wiped, all things made new (CCC §1044). The love that spoke light into the void, ran down the road for the prodigal, wept at the grave and rose from it, has one last word, and it is a promise: “Behold, I make all things new… It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.”
Come, Lord Jesus. Make all things new — beginning, if you will, with me.
Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
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