Praying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin, or sin will choke prayer.
J. C. RYLEPraying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin, or sin will choke prayer.
J. C. RYLEThat preaching is sadly defective which dwells exclusively on the mercies of God and the joys of heaven, yet never sets forth the terrors of the Lord and the miseries of hell.
J. C. RYLEThe true secret of spiritual strength is self-distrust and deep humilty.
J. C. RYLEHow is it that many who profess and call themselves Christians, do so little for the Savior whose name they bear?
J. C. RYLENever be satisfied with the world’s standard of Christianity!
J. C. RYLEGod does not look at riches, titles, education, or beauty. There is only one thing that God does look at, and that is the soul.
J. C. RYLEIf you want to find out how much someone loves you, find out how much they pray for you.
J. C. RYLEIt costs something to be a true Christian. It will cost us our sins, our self-righteousn ess, our ease and our worldliness.
J. C. RYLEExcept a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.
J. C. RYLEThe blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.
J. C. RYLEIf men come among you who do NOT preach all the counsel of God, who do NOT preach of Christ, sin, holiness, of ruin, redemption, and regeneration, and do NOT preach of these things in a Scriptural way, you ought to cease to hear them.
J. C. RYLEThe love of Christ towards His people is a deep well which has no bottom.
J. C. RYLELaughter, ridicule, opposition, persecution, are often the only reward which Christ’s followers get from the world.
J. C. RYLEWealth is no mark of God’s favor. Poverty is no mark of God’s displeasure.
J. C. RYLEImagination is the hotbed where this sin is too often hatched. Guard your thoughts, and there will be little fear about your actions.
J. C. RYLEUnity without the gospel is a worthless unity; it is the very unity of hell.
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