A57970:1045
Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters
Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherford's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a well-wisher to the work & people of God.Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherfoord's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a wellwisher to the work & people of God.
Rotterdam? : s.n., 1664
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
To Mr HUGH MC KAILL. (196)
My very dear Brother.
YE know, that men may take their sweet fill of the sour Law in Grace's ground & betwixt the Mediator's breasts, ⟨p. 380⟩and this is sinners safest way; for there is a bed for wearied sinners to rest them in, in the new Covenant, though no bed of Christ's making to sleep in: The Law shall never be my doomster by Christ's grace, if I get no more good of it: I shall find a sore enough doom in the Gospel to humble & to cast me down: It is [I grant] a good rough friend to follow a traitor to the bar & to back him till he come to Christ: We may blame our selves who cause the Law to crave well paid debt, to scar us away from Jesus & dispute about a righteousness of our own, a world in the moon, a chim•rd, & a night-dream, that pride is Father & mother to: There cannot be a more humble soul then a believer, it is no pride for a drowning man to catch hold of a rock. I rejoice that the wheels of this confused world, are rolled & cogged & driven according as our Lord will: Out of whatever ayeth the wind blow, it will blow us on our Lord: No wind can blow our sails over-board; because Christ's skill, & the honour of his wisdom are empawned & laid down at the stake for the sea-passengers, that he shall put them safe off his hand on the shore, in his father's known bounds, our native home ground. My dear Brother, scar not at the cross of Christ: It is not seen yet, what Christ will do for you, when it cometh to the worst: He will keep his grace till ye be at a strait, & then bring forth the decreed birth for your salvation: Ye are an arrow of his own making, let him shoot you against a wall of brass, your point shall keep whole. I cannot for multitude of letters & distractions of friends prepare what I would for the times: I have not one hour of spare time, suppose the day were forty hours long. Remember me in prayer: Grace be with you.