"Try what is the taste of the Lord's cup and drink with God's blessing, and that ye may grow thereby. I trust in God, whatever other speech it utter to your soul, this is one word in it, 'Behold, blessed is the man whom God correcteth.' And that it saith to you, ye are from home while here, ye are not of this world. There is something keeping for you which is worth the having. All that is here is condemned to die - to pass away like a snowball before the summer sun; and since death took first possession of something of yours, it hath been and daily is creeping nearer and nearer to yourself, howbeit with no noise of feet. Your Husbandman and Lord hath lopped off some branches already, the tree itself is to be transplanted to the high garden. All those crosses are to make you white and ripe for the Lord's harvest hook." -- Rutherford, Samuel, and Ellen S. Lister. The Loveliness of Christ: Extracts from the Letters of Samuel Rutherford. Edinburgh: Banner of Truth Trust, 2007, 42-3. [Letter XXXVI, 29 April 1634]
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