When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
Many are friends to the success of reformation, not to reformation.
It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.
The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-
Grace grows best in winter.