Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more read more
Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more than grace, it is glory in its infancy. I now see godliness is more than the outside and this world's passments and their buskings [i.e., ornaments and fine dress]. Who knoweth the truth of grace without a trial? O how little getteth Christ of us, but that which he winneth (to speak so) with much toil and pains! And how soon would faith freeze without a cross?
Feast of Agnes, Child Martyr at Rome, 304 I shall think it mercy to my soul, if my read more
Feast of Agnes, Child Martyr at Rome, 304 I shall think it mercy to my soul, if my faith shall out-watch all this winter-night, and not nod or slumber, till my Lord's summer-day dawn upon me.
Every man thinketh he is rich enough in grace, till he take out his purse, and... then he findeth it read more
Every man thinketh he is rich enough in grace, till he take out his purse, and... then he findeth it but poor and light in the day of a heavy trial. I found I had not enough to bear my expenses, and should have fainted, if want and penury had not chased me to the storehouse of all.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay read more
Alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-gilded clay of a dying life. One sight of what my Lord hath let me see within this short time, is worth a world of worlds.