Recently we discussed the concept of vertical unity. This is not a new or unique concept, but a way to picture the unity that flows from the Father, through His Son, and into the body. As each member of the body seeks to unify him or herself with God, that unity then allows the aligning of each member in relation to other members.
As the Apostle John pointed out, “He who says he abides in Him ought himself to walk just as He walked” (1 John 2:6). Unity is established vertically and is then applied relationally.
I was sent this take on Psalm 133, and I thought you would appreciate the comments made regarding it.
Psalm
133:1 Behold, how good and pleasant it is
when brothers dwell in unity!
2 It is like the precious oil on the
head, running
down on the beard, on the beard of Aaron, running down on the collar of
his robes!
3 It is like the dew of Hermon, which falls on the mountains
of Zion! For there, the Lord has commanded the blessing,
life forevermore.
This is the way to dwell in unity with our brethren. It is one thing to talk about unity, and another thing altogether to dwell in it. We may profess to hold “the unity of the body,” and “the unity of the Spirit” — most precious and glorious truths surely — and all the while be really full of selfish strife, party spirit, and sectarian feeling, all of which are entirely destructive of practical unity. If brethren are to dwell together in unity, they must be receiving the ointment from the Head, the refreshing showers from the true Hermon. They must live in the very presence of Christ, so that all their points and angles may be moulded off, all their selfishness judged and subdued, all their own peculiar notions set aside, all their cues and crotchets flung to the winds. Thus, there will be largeness of heart, breadth of mind, and depth of sympathy. Thus, we shall learn to bear and forbear. It will not then be loving those who think with us and feel with us as to some pet theory or other. It will be loving and embracing “all who love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity.”
From: C. H. Mackintosh: The Dew of Hermon
Brian Orchard
