Your Heart Is Not The Compass That

Be Not Cast Down. If Ye Saw Him Who Is Standing On The Shore, Holding Out His Arms To Welcome You To Land, Ye Would Wade, Not Only Through A Sea Of Wrongs, But Through Hell Itself To Be With Him.

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.

There Is As Much In Our Lord's Pantry As Will Satisfy All His Children And As Much Wine In His Cellar As Will Quench All Their Thirst. Hunger On, For There Is Meat In Hungering For Christ; Go Never From Him, But Seek Him Who Is Yet Pleased With The Importunity Of Hungry Souls Until He Fills You; If He Delays, Yet Do Not Go Away, Even If You Faint At His Feet.

The Good Husbandman May Pluck His Rose & Gather In His Lily.

I Urge You A Nearer Communion With Christ, And A Growing Communion. There Are Curtains To Be Opened In Christ That We Have Never Seen Before... Therefore Dig Deep, And Sweat, And Labor. Take Pains For Him, And Set Aside As Much Time As You Can In Each Day For Him.