As the salt flavors every drop in the Atlantic, so does sin affect every atom of our nature. It is so sadly there, so abundantly there, that if you cannot detect it, you are deceived.

The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our heart upon the black horse of affliction.

Saints are described as fearing the name of God; they are reverent worshippers; they stand in awe of the Lord's authority; they are afraid of offending Him; they feel their own nothingness in the sight of the Infinite One.

Persecution is the heirloom of the church, and the ensign of the elect.

Most of the grand truths of God have to be learned by trouble; they must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction, otherwise we shall not truly receive them.

Is it not a sad thing that after all Christ's love to us, we should repay it with lukewarm love to Him?

Christ is the great central fact in the world's history. To Him everything looks forward or backward. All the lines of history converge upon Him.