I live no more, but Christ liveth in me! Samuel Rutherford More Quotes by Samuel Rutherford More Quotes From Samuel Rutherford They lose nothing who gain Christ. Samuel Rutherford christianfaithjesus Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows but the sea. Samuel Rutherford rocksspiritualbelieve O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to me, for Thou are all the heaven I want. Samuel Rutherford would-beheavenjesus I urge you a nearer communion with Christ, and a growing communion. There are curtains to be opened in Christ that we have never seen before... Therefore dig deep, and sweat, and labor. Take pains for Him, and set aside as much time as you can in each day for Him. Samuel Rutherford sweatpaineach-day Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction. Samuel Rutherford flowerhumilitywinter I find it most true that the greatest temptation outside of hell is to live without temptations; if water stands, it rots; faith is the better for the sharp winter storm in its face and grace withers without adversity. The devil is but God's master fencer to teach us to handle our weapons. Samuel Rutherford adversitywinterwater In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by. Samuel Rutherford feelingsheartjesus I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself. Samuel Rutherford errandsprayingprayer I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet. Samuel Rutherford prayingfeetmay The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me. Samuel Rutherford fatherjesusthinking No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus. Samuel Rutherford penslordjesus The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines. Samuel Rutherford winereligiousreligion You will not get to steal quietly into heaven, into Christ's company, without a conflict and a cross. I find crosses to be Christ's carved work that he marks out for us and that with crosses he portraits us to his own image, cutting away pieces of our ill and corruption. Lord cut - Lord carve - Lord wound - Lord do anything that may perfect thy Father's image in us and make us ready for glory. Samuel Rutherford cuttingperfectfather Howbeit your faith seeth but the black side of providence, yet it hath a better side, and God shall let you see it. ... “For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,” ergo, shipwreck, losses, &c., work together for the good of them that love God: hence I infer, that losses, disappointments, ill tongues, loss of friends, houses, or country, are God's workmen, set on work to work out good to you, out of everything that befalleth you. Samuel Rutherford disappointmentlosscountry My Lord Jesus has fully recompensed my sadness with his joys, my losses with his own presence. I find it a sweet and rich thing to exchange my sorrows with Christ's joys, my afflictions with that sweet peace I have with himself. Samuel Rutherford sadnesssweetjesus Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven. Samuel Rutherford christianhomenight Ye have lost a child--nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere. Samuel Rutherford starssightchildren Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion. Samuel Rutherford madeheartworld Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop. Samuel Rutherford cropssoullord Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight. Samuel Rutherford daylightmidnightbelieve
