(James Janeway, 1636-1674)
The cross of Christ is the Christian’s crown!
If I had the wings of a dove, I would fly from the winds, the storms and tempests of this wicked world–and rest myself in the bosom of my Father!
God often gives the trinkets of this world to His greatest enemies.
He gives eternal glory to none but His redeemed children!
The worldling thinks he makes a very wise bargain, when he sells his conscience, God, and Heaven–for a little of that which some call riches.
How can they look for Heaven when they die, who thought it not worth their minding while they lived?
How many seeming saints shall gain nothing at death, but a thorough knowledge of their own folly!
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