Take not the word of truth utterly out of my mouth.
Oh, what service can a dumb body do in Christ's house! Oh, I think the word
of God is imprisoned also! Oh, I am a dry tree! Alas, I can neither plant nor
water! Oh, if my Lord would make but dung of me, to fatten and make fertile his
own corn ridges in Mount Zion! Oh, if I might but speak to three or four herd
boys of my worthy Master, I would be satisfied to be the meanest and most
obscure of all the pastors in this land, and to live in any place, in any of
Christ's basest out houses! But he saith, "Sirrah, I will not send you; I
have no errands for you there away." My desire to serve him is sick of
jealousy, lest he be unwilling to employ me... I am very well every way, all
praise to him in whose books I must stand forever as his debtor! Only my
silence pains me. I had one joy out of heaven, next to Christ my Lord, and that
was to preach him to this faithless generation; and they have taken that from
me. It was to me as the poor man's one eye, and they have put out that
eye. Samuel
Rutherford.The first part is from a letter written in 1637, the second from a letter to Alexander Colville, in the same year.
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