The life and soul of all our comforts lie treasured up in the promises of Christ. They are the breasts of all our consolation. Who knows not how powerless they are in the bare letter, even when improved to the uttermost by our considerations of them, and meditation on them? As also how unnexpectedly they sometimes break upon the soul with a conquering, endearing life and vigor? Here faith deals peculiarly with the Holy Ghost. It considers the promises themselves; looks up to him, waits for him, considers his appearances in the word depended upon--owns him in his work and efficacy. No sooner does the soul begin to feel the life of a promise warming his heart, relieving, cherishing, supporting, delivering from fear, entanglements, or troubles, but it may, it ought, to know that the Holy Ghost is there; which will add to his joy and lead him into fellowship with him.Now this is the heart of all my joy, comfort, peace, and life in this mad hatter world.
Crumbs fallen from the table of the King—from his Word, his workmen, and his world.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Life and Soul of All Our Comforts
Owen on the ministry of the Spirit (from On Communion with God):
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