From Lord Teach Us To Pray, by Alexander Whyte
There are seasons in our lives when true prayer demands time, and place, and preparation, and solitude.
You have all passion enough—far too much—in other things.
Hurry, then, in our secret devotions, is impossible. If you are in such a desperate hurry, go and do the thing that so hurries you, and God will wait.
God has made the heart of man for Himself, and that the heart of man finds no true rest till it finds its rest in God.
Prayer, at its best, is the noblest, the sublimest, the most magnificent, and stupendous act that any creature of God can perform on earth or in heaven.
The Governor of heaven and earth is shut in with you, and you with Him; and be not in such a hurry to dismiss Him.
While how beautiful, and how like heaven itself, is a humble, a meek, a patient, and a Christ-like heart!
Every step you take out of an angry and wrathful heart, and out of a sour, sullen, and morose heart, and into a meek and peace-making heart; out of envy and uneasiness, and into admiration and honour: on the spot your heavenly Father will acknowledge and will reward you.
The love of Christ has no border: it has no shore; it has no bottom.
How horrible, and how hell-like, is a revengeful heart!
If you could see into the Charthouse of Heaven, you would see whole chambers full of nothing else but charts and maps of ejaculatory Prayer.
What a man loves, that that man is. What a man chooses out of a hundred offers, you are sure by that who and what that man is.
Every new beginner in prayer looks upon every approaching time and place of temptation as a summons to make haste.
Nothing silences, and subdues, and sanctifies our passions but prayer.
When a petitioner is in dead earnest, he is not content with merely tabling his petition. He does not simply state his bare case, and then leave it to speak for itself.
Little prayer,—little faith,—little Christ in the heart. Increasing prayer,—increasing faith,—increasing Christ in the heart.
Leave not thy place. Keep firm on thy knees. Go back a second and a third time.
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