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Now we feel such love to the world as that which the nurse has toward her foster child. It may be a very tiresome child, but she is entrusted with it. Because its hunger cannot be appeased unless she feeds it, and its nakedness cannot be clothed unless she wraps it up, its needs and its weaknesses appeal…

There are two gentlemen of equal rank in society, and the one is not at all obliged to the other. They, being equal, can easily feel a disinterested admiration for each other’s characters, and a consequent disinterested affection. If the love of disinterested admiration were required from a sinner, I…

You have seen a noble fountain in a city adorning a public square. See how the water leaps into the air; then it falls into a circular basin that fills and pours out its fullness into another lower down, and this again floods a third. Hear the merry splash as the waters fall in showers and cataracts…

Fruit does not start from the tree perfectly ripe at once. First comes a flower, then a tiny formation that shows that the flower has set. Then a berry appears, but it is very sour. You may not gather it. Leave it alone a little while, and allow the sun to ripen it. By and by it fills out, and you have…

A child might point us to a bright mirror reflecting the sun, and he might cry, “In this is light!” You and I would say, “Poor child, that is only borrowed brightness. The light is not there, but in the sun.” The love of saints is nothing more than the reflection of the love of God. We have love, but…

Anthony Farindon says Paul’s dilemma in Phil 1:23–24 is like a poor beggar woman outside the door who carries a squalling child. Someone says to her, “You may come in and feast, but you must leave the baby outside.” She is very hungry, and she wants the feast, but she does not like to leave the baby,…

Faith is like a metalworker who is about to prepare some work of fine art, such as smiths used to produce in the days of wrought iron. Faith, like a strong and vigorous smith, has love as its arm. Faith does not lift a finger without love. Faith believes and resolves, and then it proceeds to action,…

A beautiful spirit worthy of a Christian was that of a man who found his horse in the pound one day. The farmer who put it in said, “I found your horse in my field, and I put it in the pound. If I ever catch it there again, I’ll put it in again.” “Well,” replied the other, “I found six of your cows in…

If you had to manage waterworks for the distribution of water all over this city, and there was a certain pipe into which you poured water, and none ever came out at the other end, do you know what you would do? You would take it out and say, “This does not suit my purpose. I want a pipe that will give…

Occasionally one meets with an illiterate working man who will say to those whose occupation is mental, “I work hard for my living,” insinuating that the mind worker does not work at all. Yet I ask any man who is engaged in a mental pursuit whether he does not know that mental work is quite as real work—and…

If you have visited the picture galleries at Versailles, where you see the wars of France from the earliest ages set forth in glowing colors upon the canvas, you cannot but have been struck with the pictures and interested in the terrible scenes. Upstairs in the same palace there is a vast collection…

Love is like a fire, which, if it does not consume more fuel, burns low. You cannot stop where you are; to retain you must annex. Napoleon used to say, “Conquest has made me what I am, and conquest must maintain me.” Christians, remember that you must advance or backslide. You must build higher and higher.…

It is wonderful what a difference love makes in the person who is possessed with it. A poor timid hen that will fly away from every passerby loves its offspring. When it has its chicks about it, it will fight like a very griffin for its young. And when the love of Christ comes into a timid believer,…

Nobody, I suppose, teaches the young mother how to manage her first child, and yet somehow or other it is done, because she loves it. It is wonderful to me how a widow with quite a swarm of children somehow provides for them. I cannot tell how, but the love she bears them leads her to make exertions…

John Bunyan beautifully portrays Christiana and Mercy coming up out of the bath of the interpreter’s house. They have had jewels put upon them, and when they are both washed, Mercy says to Christiana, “How comely and beautiful you look!” “No,” Christiana said, “My sister, I see no beauty in myself, but…