Quotes

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What a solemn, precious lesson! It is not to sin only that the cleansing of
the Husbandman refers (John 15:1-3). It is to our own religious activity, as
it is developed in the very act of bearing fruit. In working for God our
natural gifts of wisdom, or eloquence, or influence, or zeal are ever in
danger of being unduly developed, and then trusted in. So, after each season
of work, God has to bring us to the end of ourselves, to the consciousness
of the helplessness and the danger of all that is of man, to feel that we
are nothing.

---- Andrew Murry (from Dawn's Powers, Weakness, and the Tabernacling of
God).
Just try to imagine that the Pattern is called a "Lamb." That alone is a scandal to the natural mind. Who has any desire to be a lamb? (Soren Kierkegaard)

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