I have sadness to ballast me and weight me a little. It is but His boundless wisdom which have taken the tutoring of His witless child. And He knoweth that to be drunken with comforts is not safest for our stomaches. However it be, the din and noise and glooms of Christ's cross are weightier than itself. protest to you, (my witness is in Heaven) that I could wish many pound weights added to my cross to know that by my sufferings Christ were set forward in His Kingly office in this land. O, what is my skin to His glory! or my losses or my sad heart, to the apple of the eye of our Lord and His beloved spouse, His precious truth, His royal privileges, the glory of manifested justice in giving His foes a dash, the testimony of His faithful servants who do glorify Him, when He rideth upon poor weak worms, and triumpeth in them! I desire you to pray that I may come out of this furnace with honesty, and that I may leave Christ's truth no worse than I found it; and that this most honourable cause may neither be stained nor weakened. [Samuel Rutherford]
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