The Lord Uses His Flail

Dark Clouds Bring Waters, When The Bright Bring None.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Therefore If Mine Enemy Hunger, Let Me Feed Him; If He Thirst, Let Me Give Him Drink. Now In Order To Do This, (1) We Must See Good In That, In Which Other Men Can See None. (2) We Must Pass By Those Injuries That Other Men Would Revenge. (3) We Must Show We Have Grace, And That We Are Made To Bear What Other Men Are Not Acquainted With. (4) Many Of Our Graces Are Kept Alive, By Those Very Things That Are The Death Of Other Men's Souls.... The Devil, (they Say) Is Good When He Is Pleased; But Christ And His Saints, When Displeased.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

Nothing Can Hurt You Except Sin; Nothing Can Grieve Me Except Sin; Nothing Can Defeat You Except Sin. Therefore, Be On Your Guard, My Mansoul.