(_TRUTH WORTH SUFFERING FOR--LIGHT SOWN, BUT EVIL IN THIS WORLD TILL
CHRIST COME._)
MUCH HONOURED SIR,--Grace, mercy, and peace be to you.--I can do no
more than thank you on paper, and remember you to Him whom I serve,
for kindness and care of a prisoner.
I bless the Lord, that the cause I suffer for needeth not to blush
before kings: Christ's white, honest, and fair truth needeth neither
to wax pale for fear, nor to blush for shame. I bless the Lord, who
hath graced you to own Christ now, when so many are afraid to profess
Him, and hide Him, for fear they suffer loss by avouching Him. Alas,
that so many in these days are carried with the times! As if their
conscience rolled upon oiled wheels, so do they go any way the wind
bloweth them; and, because Christ is not market-sweet, men put Him
away from them.
Worthy and much honoured Sir, go on to own Christ, and His oppressed
truth:--the end of sufferings for the Gospel, is rest and gladness.
Light and joy are sown for the mourners in Zion, and the harvest
(which is of God's making, for time and manner) is near. Crosses have
right and claim to Christ in His members, till legs and arms, and
whole mystical Christ, be in heaven. There will be rain, and hail, and
storms, in the saint's clouds, ever till God cleanse with fire the
works of the creation, and till He burn the botch-house of heaven and
earth, that men's sins have subjected unto vanity.
They are blessed who suffer and sin not; for suffering is the badge
that Christ hath put upon His followers. Take what way we can to
heaven, the way is hedged up with crosses; there is no way but to
break through them. Wit and wiles, shifts and laws, will not find out
a way round the cross of Christ; but we must through. One thing, by
experience, my Lord hath taught me, that the waters betwixt this and
heaven may all be ridden, if we be well horsed; I mean, if we be in
Christ; and not one shall drown by the way, but such as love their own
destruction. Oh, if we could wait on for a time, and believe in the
dark the salvation of God! At least we are to believe good of Christ,
till He gives us the slip (which is impossible); and to take His word
for caution, that He shall fill up all the blanks in His promises, and
give us what we want. But to the unbeliever, Christ's testament is
white, blank, unwritten paper.
Worthy and dear Sir, set your face to heaven, and make you a stoop at
all the low entries in the way, that ye may receive the kingdom as a
child. Without this (He that knew the way said) there is no entry in.
Oh, but Christ is willing to lead a poor sinner! Oh what love my poor
soul hath found in Him, in the house of my pilgrimage! Suppose that
love in heaven and earth were lost, I dare swear it may be found in
Christ.
Now the very God of peace establish you, till the day of the glorious
appearance of Christ.
Your own, in his sweet Lord Jesus,