“I dare not but speak to others what God hath done to the soul of His poor, afflicted exile-prisoner.
His comfort is more than I ever knew before.
He hath sealed the honourable cause which I now suffer for, and I shall not believe that Christ will put His amen and ring upon an imagination.
He hath made all His promises good to me, and hath filled up all the blanks with His own hand.
I would not exchange my bonds with the plastered joy of this whole world.
It hath pleased Him to make a sinner the like of me an ordinary banqueter in His house-of-wine, with that royal, princely One, Christ Jesus.
Oh, what weighing, oh, what telling is in His love!
How sweet must He be, when that black and burdensome tree, His own cross, is so perfumed with joy and gladness!
O for help to lift Him up by praises on His royal throne!
I seek no more than that His name may be spread abroad in me, that much good may be spoken of Christ on my behalf.
And this being done, my losses, place, stipend, credit, ease, and liberty, shall all be made up to my full contentment and joy of heart.”
–Samuel Rutherford, “Letter CXVI,” Letters of Samuel Rutherford, Ed. Andrew A. Bonar (Carlisle, PA: Banner of Truth, 1664/2012), 236.
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