There is a pot of gold, there is a king’s reward, but it comes at the end of the journey. Yet all along the way there are countless joys if only we taste and see that the Lord is good. Samuel Rutherford wrote letters filled with expression of the sweetness of his trials and the loveliness of Christ. He knew the dark side of the Cross, yet could write to Hugh Mackail in 1636,
Believe me, brother, I give it to you under mine own handwrit, that whoso looketh to the white side of Christ’s cross and can take it up handsomely with faith and courage, shall find it such a burden as sails are to a ship or wings to a bird. I find my Lord hath overguilded that black tree, and hath perfumed it, and oiled it with joy and gladness.
Elisabeth Elliott/The Path of Loneliness
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