A57970:637
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 JOHN MEINE. (116)
Dear Brother.
Grace, mercy & peace be unto you: I wonder ye sent me •ot an answer to my last letter; for I stand in need of it: I am still […] some piece of court with our great King, whose love would cause a dead man speak & live: whether my court will continue or not, I cannot well say; but I have his ear frequently & [to his glory only I speak it] no penury of the love-kisses of the Son of God: He thinketh good to cast apples to me in my prison to play withal; lest I should think long & faint: I must give over all attempts to fathom the depth of his love: all I can do is but to stand beside his great love, & look & wonder: my debts of thankfulness affright me: I fear my Creditor get a Dyvour-bill & a ragged account: I would be much the better of help: O for help, & that ye would take notice of my case: Your not writing to me maketh me think ye suppose that I am not to be bemoaned, because he is comfortable; but I have pain in my unthankfulness, & pain in the feeling of his love, while I am sick again for real presence, & real possession of Christ; yet there is no gooked [if I may speak so] nor fond love in Christ: He casteth me down sometimes with challenges for old faults, & I know, he knoweth well that sweet comforts are swelling & therefore sorrow must make a vent to the wind: my dumb sabbaths are undercotting wounds: The condition of this oppressed kirk, & my brother's case [I thank you & your wife for your kindness to him] hold my sore smarting & keep my wounds bleeding; but the ground-work standeth