"I am half content to have boils for my Lord Jesus' plaisters (plasters). Sickness hath this advantage, that it draweth our sweet Physician's hand and his holy and soft fingers to touch our withered and leper skins: it is a blessed fever that fetcheth Christ to the bedside -- I think my Lord's, 'How doest thou with it, sick body?' is worth all my pained nights." -- Rutherford, Samuel, and Ellen S. Lister. The Loveliness of Christ: Extracts from the Letters of Samuel Rutherford. Edinburgh: Banner of Truth Trust, 2007, 22. [Letter CCXVI, 8 July 1637]
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