By Samuel Rutherford
But the way to overcome is by patience, forgiving and praying for your enemies, in doing whereof you heap coals upon their heads, and your Lord shall open a door to you in your trouble: wait upon Him, as the night watch waiteth for the morning.
There are curtains to be drawn by in Christ, that we never saw, and new foldings of love in Him. I despair that ever I shall win to the far end of that love, there are so many plies in it.
The sanctified cross is a fruitful tree, it bringeth forth many apples.
To be approved of God in the heart and in sincerity is not an ordinary mercy.
Every man blameth the devil for his sins; but the great devil, the house-devil of every man, that lieth and eateth in every man’s bosom, is that idol that killeth all, himself.
Blessed are they who can deny themselves, and put Christ in the room of themselves.
It is a Christian art to comfort yourself in the Lord.
Love Him dearly. Win in to see Him; there is in Him that which you never saw. He is aye nigh; He is a tree of life, green and blossoming, both summer and winter. There is a nick in Christianity, to the which whosoever cometh, they see and feel more than others can do.
His wind shaketh no corn.
Do nothing but that which ye may and would do if your eye-strings were breaking, and your breath growing cold.
Hang on, till ye get some good from Christ. Take ease yourself, and let Him bear all; lay all your weights and your loads, by faith, on Christ; He can, He will bear you.
Oh that I might but stand in Christ’s out-house, or hold a candle in any low vault of His house!
God has dried up one channel of your love by the removal of your husband.
He has sealed my sufferings with His own comforts, and I know that He will not put His seal upon blank paper.
It is impossible that a man can take his lusts to heaven with him; such wares as these will not be welcome there.
The loss of life is gain to you. If Christ Jesus be the period, the end, and lodging home, at the end of your journey, there is no fear; ye go to a friend.
The child has but changed a bed in the garden, and is planted up higher, nearer the sun, where he shall thrive better than in this outfield muir-ground.
When my faith was asleep, Christ was awake; and now, when I am awake, I say He did all things well.
I should desire to have my Lord well spoken of, and honored, howbeit He should make nothing of me but a bridge over a water.
My losses are my gain, my prison a palace, and my sadness joyfulness.
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