Ah! sinner, remember this, there is no way on earth effectually to be rid of the guilt, filth, and power of sin, but by believing in a Saviour. It is not resolving, it is not complaining, it is not mourning, but believing, that will make thee divinely victorious over that body of sin that to this day is too strong for thee, and that will certainly be thy ruin, if it be not ruined by a hand of faith.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that true liberation from sin is achieved through faith in a Savior rather than through one's own efforts or regrets.
Thomas Brooks conveys the notion that human efforts like resolution, complaining, or mourning cannot remove sin's hold over a person. Instead, he highlights the importance of placing faith in a Savior, suggesting that this belief is the key to overcoming one's sinful nature and achieving spiritual victory.
In practice
During a religious service, to emphasize the importance of faith over self-help.
Remember this-all the sighing, mourning, sobbing, and complaining in the world, does not so undeniably evidence a man to be humble, as his overlooking his own righteousness, and living really and purely upon the righteousness of Christ.
Grace and glory differ very little; the one is the seed, the other is the flower; grace is glory militant, glory is grace triumphant.
He is the best preacher, not that tickles the ear, but that breaks the heart.
Self is the only oil that makes the chariot-wheels of the hypocrite move in all religious concerns.
Humility can weep over other men's weaknesses, and joy and rejoice over their graces.
A Christian will part with anything rather than his hope; he knows that hope will keep the heart both from aching and breaking, from fainting and sinking; he knows that hope is a beam of God, a spark of glory, and that nothing shall extinguish it till the soul be filled with glory.
Feminism began to dawn on my brain belatedly in life.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.
The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
In the name of what - except perhaps the coefficient of rarity - does man adorn himself with necklaces of shells and not spider's webs, with fox fur and not fox innards? In the name of what I don't know. Don't dirt, trash and filth, which are man's companions during his whole lifetime, deserve to be dearer to him and isn't it serving him well to remind him of their beauty?
Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other.
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