Meditate On The Word In The Word.

The Seed Of Every Sin Is In Every Heart.

The Love Of God Is Like Himself – Equal, Constant, Not Capable Of Augmentation Or Diminution; Our Love Is Like Ourselves – Unequal, Increasing, Waning, Growing, Declining. His, Like The Sun, Always The Same In Its Light, Though A Cloud May Sometimes Interpose; Ours, As The Moon, Has Its Enlargements And Straightenings.

The New Goddess Contingency Could Not Be Erected Until The God Of Heaven Was Utterly Despoiled Of His Dominion Over The Sons Of Men, And In The Room Thereof A Home-bred Idol Of Self-sufficiency Set Up, And The World Persuaded To Worship It. But That The Building Climb No Higher, Let All Men Observe How The Word Of God Overthrows This Babylonian Tower.

He Who Finds Not Opposition From Sin, And Who Sets Not Himself In Every Particular To Its Mortification, Is At Peace With It, Not Dying To It.

Temptations And Occasions Put Nothing Into A Man, But Only Draw Out What Was In Him Before.