PISGAH VIEWS, or, 
    THE NEGATIVE ASPECTS OF HEAVEN 
    
    or, The Negative Attractions of Heaven
    By Octavius Winslow, 1873
    
    Preface
    Then Moses went to Mount Nebo from the plains of Moab and 
    climbed PISGAH Peak, which is across from Jericho. And the Lord showed him 
    the whole land, from Gilead as far as Dan; all the land of Naphtali; the 
    land of Ephraim and Manasseh; all the land of Judah, extending to the 
    Mediterranean Sea; the Negev; the Jordan Valley with Jericho--the city of 
    palms--as far as Zoar. Then the Lord said to Moses, "This is the land I 
    promised on oath to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and I told them I would give 
    it to their descendants. I have now allowed you to see it, but you 
    will not enter the land." Deut. 34:1-4
    (God had declared that Moses would not enter Canaan, the 
    Promised Land. But the Lord also promised that he would have a view of it, 
    and showed him all that good land. Such a sight believers now have, 
    through grace, of the bliss and glory of their future state. –Matthew 
    Henry)
    "Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
    And view the landscape o'er, 
    Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, 
    Should fright us from the shore."
    
    The revealed descriptions of HEAVEN are, for the most 
    part, of an obscure and 'negative' character. The negative style of 
    delineation was probably adopted by the Holy Spirit as more fitted to convey 
    to our minds intelligent and vivid ideas than those positive modes of 
    existence of which the future blessedness of the saints really consists. Who 
    can fail to recognize in this arrangement of the picture the hand of a 
    Divine Artist? Throwing in the background of the canvas some of the darker 
    shadows of the present life, the great and attractive objects of the future 
    are thus made to stand out in more distinct form and in richer glow. By 
    portraying to us what Heaven is NOT, we form a more correct 
    and bright conception of what Heaven really is. 
    By a similar stroke of artistic skill--reversing the 
    picture of our Lord's life of humiliation--we get a more true and realizing 
    idea of His great glory and happiness in Heaven. To be told that He no more 
    sorrows, nor weeps--is no more reviled and persecuted--no more hungers and 
    thirsts--suffers and dies no more--unfolds to us more impressively the great 
    and inconceivable blessedness into which He has entered! What a contrast to 
    the life of lowliness and poverty, scorn and neglect, grief and woe, 
    suffering and death, to which He subjected Himself all for the great love He 
    bore us on earth! What Divine glory now crowns His head! What perfect joy 
    fills His soul! What pure worship robes Him with its incense! What sublime 
    songs of adoration roll in circling waves around His throne!
    "'Tis past; the dark and dreary night! 
    And, Lord, we hail You now 
    Our Morning Star, without a cloud 
    Of sadness on Your brow. 
    "Your path on earth--the cross, the grave--
    Your sorrows now are o'er, 
    And, oh, sweet thought! 
    Your eye shall weep, 
    Your heart shall break no more."
    The design of this little work is to serve a twofold, 
    soul-animating, purpose--as a STAFF, aiding faith's ascent of the 
    glorious height of Pisgah; and then, from its summit--as a TELESCOPE, 
    bringing nearer to its sanctifying and comforting view those sublime 
    beauties and winning attractions of the "land which is very far off," and 
    which, in our present imperfect state, are best understood and felt in their 
    shadowy and negative forms. "Now we see through a glass darkly, but then 
    face to face; now we know in part, then shall we know even as also we are 
    known." Oh, sweet thought! soon we shall spring from the Pisgah of earth to 
    the Mount Zion of Heaven, exchanging the dim glass of faith for the full, 
    resplendent and eternal vision of its glory!--above, and eclipsing all--the 
    beatific vision of "THE KING IN HIS BEAUTY."
    "Out of your last home dark and cold, 
    You shall pass to a City whose streets are gold; 
    From the silence that falls upon sin and pain 
    To the deathless joys of the Angel's strain, 
    Out of the shadow into the sun, 
    The battle fought--the victory won!"