Readers, censors know, are defined by the books they read.
To those to whom Christ is the hope of future glory, he is also the life of present grace.
We all profess that we are bound for heaven, immortality, and glory: but is it any evidence that we really design it if all our thoughts are consumed about the trifles of this world, which we must leave behind us, and have only occasional thoughts of things above?
As a tender and loving friend is grieved at the unkindness of his friend. . . so is it with this tender and loving Spirit, who hath chosen our hearts for a habitation to dwell in.
Sin also carries on its war by entangling the affections and drawing them into an alliance against the mind. Grace may be enthroned in the mind, but if sin controls the affections, it has seized a fort from which it will continually assault the soul. Hence, as we shall see, mortification is chiefly directed to take place upon the affections.
Fill your affections with the cross of Christ that there may be no room for sin.
Christ so loves his people that he sings with joy over them.
There will never be no love at all.
I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
When I fall in love, I feel more valuable and I treat myself with more care. We have all observed the hesitant adolescent, uncertain of himself, who, when he or she falls in love, suddenly walks with a certain inner assuredness and confidence, a mien which seems to say, "You are looking at somebody now. ". . . this inner sense of worth that comes with being in love does not seem to depend essentially on whether the love is returned or not.
Like when that man was running down Broadway stark naked and we all had to eat in the cafeteria while the police tried to catch him.