A57970:580
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 HENDERSON. (104)
My reverend and dear Brother.
I hear ye bear the marks of Christ's dying about with you, & that your brethren have cast you out for your Master's sake: Let us wait on till the evening & till our reckoning in black & white come before our Master. Brother, since we must have a devil to trouble us, I love a raging devil best: Our Lord knoweth what for of devil we have need of: It is best Satan be in his own skin & look like himself: Christ weeping looketh like himself also, with whom Scribes & Pharisees were at yea & nay & sharp contradiction. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, when he lay in the ashes, God was with him clawing & curing his scabs, & letting out his boils, & comforting his soul, & he took him up at last: That God is not dead yet, he will stoop & take up fallen bairns: many broken legs since Adam's days hath he spelked, & many weary hearts hath he refreshed. Bless him for comfort: Why? None cometh dry from David's well; let us go amongst the rest & cast down our tom buckets into Christ's Ocean & suck consolations out of him: We are not so sore stricken, but we may fill Christ's hall with weeping: We have not gotten our answer from him yet: Let us lay up our broken plea's to a full sea, & keep them till the day of Christ's coming: We and this world will not be even till then: They would take our garment from us, but let us hold & them draw. Brother, it is a strange world if we laugh not: I never saw the like of it, if there be not paiks the man for this contempt done to the Son of God? We must do as these who keep the bloody napkin to the Bailiff & let him see blood: we must keep our wrongs to our Judge & let him see our bluddered & foul faces: Prisoners of hope must run to Christ with the gutters that tears have made on their cheeks. Brother, for my self, I am Christ's dawted one for the present, & I live upon no deaf nuts [as we use to speak] he hath opened fountains to me in the wilderness: Go look to my Lord Jesus, his love to me