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“Reflect on what thou art when God is pleased to desert thee; how then thou tuggest and rowest, but it will not do, either in studying or delivering sermons.”

“It hath cost no small struggling to put the knife to the throat of my inclinations in this affair, and to sacrifice them to the good pleasure of God.”

Reading to write on how Boston uses the means of grace to help with his melancholy. Two primary tools - the promises and prayer.

This one will be tough, but I will make it “through God’s affiftance.”

“Lord, thou knowest how weighty the sins of this land have been unto me, how they do lie somewhat heavy on me; and at this time in particular, the laxness of many in joining with the people of these abominations, the unfaithfulness of some professors, the lack of zeal for God in not making a more narrow search for the accursed thing in our camp, now when God's wrath is going out violently against us.”

“We may call ordinances Ichabod; and name the faithful preachers of Scotland no more Naomi, but Marah, for the Lord deals bitterly with them, in so much forsaking his ordinances as at this day. The Lord hath forsaken them in a great measure, as to success attending their labours. They toil all the night; but little or nothing is caught: few or none can they find to come into the net.”

“Specialization develops only part of a man; a man partially developed is deformed; and one deformed is the last person to be thought of as a ruler; so runs the irresistible logic of the position.”

I can’t help but think of the academic world of today.

“Abel finds the stream of free love pouring itself along this crimson channel, and he pitches his tent upon its banks. He asks no other dwelling save that, beside which this ‘river of God’ is flowing.”

“Nothing but free love in God could lead Him still to acknowledge man as a worshipper, and to accept his worship…For, simply to be recognised as one who, though a sinner, is yet at liberty to come to God and commune with Him on any spot of earth, however far from Eden, is as distinct an assurance of grace as could be given.”

“‘But my sins! They are crimson. They rise mountain high.’ Yes, it is even so. They are ten thousand times worse than you imagine them. But shall this bar your entrance? For whom was that mercy-seat erected? For those who could plead fewest sins—sins less dark than others? No. That you will not say.”