Quotes from Samuel Rutherford

Whenever I find myself in the cellar of affliction, I always look about for the wine.

Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.

S]how yourself a Christian, by suffering without murmuring; - in patience possess your soul: they lose nothing who gain Christ.

The thorn is one of the most cursed, and angry, and crabbed weeds that the earth yieldeth, and yet out of it springeth the rose, one of the sweetest-smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye, that the earth hath. Your Lord shall make joy and gladness out of your afflictions; for all His roses have a fragrant smell. Wait for the time when His own holy hand shall hold them to your nose...

You must learn to make your evils your great good; and to spin comforts, peace, joy, communion with Christ, out of your troubles, which are Christ's wooers, sent to speak for you from Himself.

Our pride must have winter weather to rot it.

If ye were not Christ's wheat, appointed to be bread in His house, He would not grind you.

Whenever I find myself in the cellar of affliction, I always looks around for the wine.

M]ake much of the written word, and pray to God to copy his Bible in your conscience, and write a new book of his doctrine in your hearts.

Many are friends to the success of reformation, not to reformation.

I am in as sweet communion with Christ as a poor sinner can be; and am only pained that He hath much beauty and fairness, and I little love; He great power and mercy, and I little faith; He much light, and I bleared eyes.