To Pray Rightly, You Must Make God

Yet My Great-grandfather Was But A Water-man, Looking One Way And Rowing Another: And I Got Most Of My Estate By The Same Occupation.

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

The Best Prayers Have Often More Groans Than Words.

Then I Saw That There Was A Way To Hell, Even From The Gates Of Heaven.

I Could Not Be Satisfied Unless Some Fruits Did Appear In My Work.