And one of their blessed fruits is that they keep us from settling on our lees and being at ease in Zion.
Careless, Worldly-minded, Proud, Covetous Professors, sunk in Carnality and Death...
Where Is There Ever A Cry In Their Soul?
They may have a formal prayer-a morning prayer, an evening prayer, a family prayer, and all as round as a ball, and as cold as ice.
Stiff and frozen in Carnality they are ice themselves, and they bring their ice with them wherever they come.
But God does not allow his people to go on in this cold, lifeless, frozen, icy way, with mere formal devotion, lip service...
And prayers worn out like an old shoe with long and continual treading.
He sends Afflictions, Trials, and Troubles upon them...
Takes them Into The Wilderness...
Exercises them well in the Path Of Tribulation...
And Supporting them under it, raises up a Cry which He Is Sure To Hear.
~J. C. Philpot~
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