The Bible is a perfect book; I expect what I find there.
There is no citadel for the heart like confidence in God.
No accuracy of doctrine will give the soul rest; there must be the knowledge of a Person.
The story of the life of Christ, as given by the four evangelists, is an enlarging, living wonder to the soul from day to day.
He was numbered with the transgressors—He who had had Moses and Elias on either side of Him! (See Luke 9:30-31).
Love does not wait for great occasions, but buckles on its service-suit at once (like Paul preaching at Damascus).
What was the Apostle’s temper of mind in writing the Epistle to the Galatians? In Romans it was the calmness of a teacher. In Corinthians he was a pained rebuker, a disappointed father. In Ephesians all is elevation, looking around on a world of glories.
Justification by faith was no mere dogma to the man who wrote the Epistle to the Galatians.
The God of all grace. How little do we let the majesty of such words in upon the soul!
“Manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ” is said of that church at Corinth, where so much had to be corrected and rebuked. But the Spirit discerned the work of God in the midst of the rubbish of nature.
“According to your faith be it unto you” —a precious sentence—and we want the believing mind, and not the agitated intellect.
Faith has to do, not with difficult problems or abstruse propositions, but with simple facts, and declarations, and promises, while the more the reader is a child and a wayfaring man, the easier he will find them. And they are as sure as they are simple—the words of Him who cannot lie—yea, and the words of Him who is Himself glorified in their being that.