I was never out of my Bible.

The Swamp of Despond is that place set before the narrow gate where true and false pilgrims alike are assaulted by their own internal corruption and pollution. The dirt and scum that has attached itself to our hearts and minds is agitated and revealed by both the workings of a guilty conscience and the devouring avarice of the enemy of our souls.The

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

There can be but one will the master in our salvation, but that shall never be the will of man, but of God; therefore man must be saved by grace.

I have often thought that the best Christians are found in the worst of times.

Let dissolution come when it will, it can do the Christian no harm, for it will be but a passage out of a prison into a palace; out of a sea of troubles into a haven of rest; out of a crowd of enemies, to an innumerable company of true, loving, and faithful friends; out of shame, reproach, and contempt, into exceeding great and eternal glory.

The same yesterday, today, and forever.