Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

Millions Of Hells Of Sinners Cannot Come Near To Exhaust Infinite Grace.

I Perceive We Postpone All Our Joys Of Christ, Till He And We Be In Our Own House Above, Thinking That There Is Nothing Of It Here To Be Sought Or Found, But Only Hope And Fair Promises; And That Christ Will Give Us Nothing Here But Tears, Sadness, Crosses; And That We Shall Never Feel The Smell Of The Flowers Of That High Garden Of Paradise Above, Till We Come There. Nay, But I Find It Possible To Find Young Glory, And A Young Green Paradise Of Joy Even Here. We Dream Of Hunger In Christ's House, While We Are Here, Although He Alloweth Feasts To All The Bairns Within God's Household.

Believe God's Love And Power More Than You Believe Your Own Feelings And Experiences. Your Rock Is Christ, And It Is Not The Rock That Ebbs And Flows But The Sea.

O My Lord Jesus Christ, If I Could Be In Heaven Without Thee, It Would Be Hell; And If I Could Be In Hell, And Have Thee Still, It Would Be Heaven To Me, For Thou Are All The Heaven I Want.

The Weightiest End Of The Cross Of Christ That Is Laid Upon You, Lieth Upon Your Strong Savior.