“I find Christ to be Christ, and that he is far, far, even infinite heaven's height above man. And that is all our happiness. Sinners can do nothing but make wounds that Christ may heal them; and make debts, that he may pay them; and make falls, that he may raise them; and make deaths, that he may quicken them; and spin out and dig hells to themselves, that he may ransom them.
Now I will bless the Lord that ever there was such a thing as the free grace of God and a free ransom given for sold souls: only, alas! guiltiness makes me ashamed to apply to Christ, and to think it pride in me to put out my unclean and withered hand to such a Saviour!
But it is neither shame nor pride for a drowning man to swim to a rock, nor for a ship-broken soul to run himself ashore upon Christ. Suppose once I be guilty, need force I cannot, I do not, go by Christ.
We take in good part that pride, that beggars beg from the richer. And who is so poor as we? and who is so rich as He who sells fine gold (Rev. iii. 18)?…
Woe, woe is me, I have a lover Christ, and yet I want love for Him. I have a lovely and desirable Lord, who is love-worthy, and who begs my love and heart, and I have nothing to give Him. Dear brother, come further in on Christ, and see a new treasure in Him; come in, and look down, and see angels' wonder, and heaven and earth's wonder of love, sweetness, majesty, and excellency in Him.”
— Samuel Rutherford
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