A weak faith can lay hold on a strong Christ.
God takes away the world that the heart may cleave more to Him in sincerity.
Christ is never sweet until sin is felt to be bitter.
Whoever brings an affliction, it is God who sends it.
Our murmuring is the devil's music.
First we practice sin, then defend it, then boast of it.
What if we have more of the rough file, if we have less rust! Afflictions carry away nothing but the dross of sin.
Christ's gleanings are better than the world's vintage.
God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.
Christ went more willingly to the cross than we do to the throne of grace.
When God calls a man, He does not repent of it. God does not, as many friends do: love one day and hate another; or as princes, who make their subjects favorites, and afterwards throw them into prison. This is the blessedness of a saint, his condition admits of no alteration. God's call is founded upon His decree and His decree is immutable. Acts of grace cannot be reversed. God blots out His people's sins but not their names.
It was wonderful love that Christ should rather die for us than for the angels that fell. They were creatures of a more noble extract, and in all probability might have brought greater revenues of glory to God, yet that Christ should pass by those golden vessels, and make us clods of earth into stars of glory Oh, the hyperbole of Christ's love!
[Thomas Watson]
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