By George Whitefield
Envy, malice, revenge can never long harbor in a gracious intercessor’s breast.
Nothing has a greater tendency to beget and excite such an obediential love in us, than a serious and frequent consideration of the manifold mercies we receive time after time from the bands of our heavenly Father.
It was love that made him subject to hunger, thirst and sorrow; he was humbled, even unto death for you.
The spirit of grace is always accompanied with the spirit of supplication.
What have I been doing but searching your natural wounds, that I might convince you of your danger, and put you upon applying to Jesus Christ for a remedy?
Behold, we put ourselves as blanks in thine hands, deal with us as seemeth good in thy sight, only let every cross, ever affliction, every temptation, be overruled to the stamping thy blessed image in more lively characters on our hearts.
All we can do is to sympathize with and pray for each other.
Christ and souls are contracted, and the knot is tied so fast, that neither men on earth, how great soever they be, nor devils in hell, though they should combine all their wrath and rage together, still they cannot dissolve, they cannot untie it.
We labor to cover our nakedness with the fig-leaves of our own righteousness.
Walking with God not only implies, that the prevailing power of the enmity of a man’s heart be taken away, but also that a person is actually reconciled to God the Father, in and through the all-sufficient righteousness and atonement of his dear Son.
The very moment we desert our post, the enemy rushes in.
Intercession then is certainly a duty incumbent upon all Christians.
It is the very breath of the new creature, the fan of the divine life, whereby the spark of holy fire, kindled in the soul by God, is not only kept in, but raised into a flame.
Nothing but God can satisfy the heart of man.
Sin disunites the most united hearts: It is, the bane of holy fellowship.
I say, declare it by your lives. For to give him thanks, barely with your lips; while your hearts are far from him, is but a mock sacrifice, nay, an abomination unto the Lord.
Prayer is a duty founded on natural religion; the very heathens never neglected it.
Mortification itself, when once practised, is the greatest pleasure in the world.
In Christ Jesus you shall have the strength you stand in need of, the devil shall have no power; therefore fear not, for in the name of the Lord we shall overcome all our spiritual Amalekites.
I was a poor, mean drawer; but by the distinguishing grace of God, am now intended for the ministry.
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