The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord’s choicest wines.
– Samuel Rutherford –
The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord’s choicest wines.
– Samuel Rutherford –
[Speaking of the Holy Spirit coming upon him]
I went to preaching again. The sermons were not different; I did not present any new truths, and yet hundreds were converted. I would not now be placed back where I was before that blessed experience if you should give me all the world—it would be as dust in the balance.
– DL Moody –
Wherein does the beauty of the diamond lie, but in this, that it is a true diamond? If it is a counterfeit, it is worth nothing. So wherein does the beauty of a Christian lie, but in this, that he has the truth in the inward parts (Psalms 51:6)?
– Thomas Watson –
from The Godly Man’s Picture, 1666
We are saved and sanctified for God, not to be specimens in His showrooms, but for God to do with us even as he did with Jesus—make us broken bread and poured-out wine as he chooses. That is the test—not spiritual fireworks or hysterics, not fanaticism, but a blazingly holy life that confronts the horror of the world with a fierce purity—chaste physically, morally and spiritually—and this can only come about in the way it came about in the life of Our Lord.
– Oswald Chambers –
O Lord, breathe on me till I am one with Thee in the temper of my mind and heart and disposition, unto Thee do I turn. How completely again I realize my lost-ness without Thee.
– Oswald Chambers –
from If You Will Ask
The more faith the more victory! The more faith the more inward peace!
– JC Ryle –
from Holiness
God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him.
– Jim Elliot –
Perfect love is a kind of self-dereliction, a wandering out of ourselves; it is a kind of voluntary death, wherein the lover dies to himself, and all his own interests, nor thinking of them, nor caring for them any more, and minding nothing but how he may please and gratify the party whom he loves.
– Henry Scougal –
The neglected heart will soon be a heart overrun with worldly thoughts; the neglected life will soon become a moral chaos; the church that is not jealously protected by mighty intercession and sacrificial labors will before long become the abode of every evil bird and the hiding place for unsuspected corruption. The creeping wilderness will soon take over that church that trusts in its own strength and forgets to watch and pray.
– AW Tozer –