The thorn is one of the most cursed, and angry, and crabbed weeds that the earth yieldeth, and yet out of it springeth the rose, one of the sweetest-smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye, that the earth hath. Your Lord shall make joy and gladness out of your afflictions; for all His roses have a fragrant smell. Wait for the time when His own holy hand shall hold them to your nose...

— Samuel Rutherford

Samuel Rutherford Quotes

Christ is a well of life, but who knoweth how deep it is to the bottom? This soul of ours hath love, and cannot but love some fair one; and O, what a fair One, what an only One, what an excellent, lovely, ravishing One is Jesus.

— Samuel Rutherford

Dashes and disappointments are not canonical Scripture.

— Samuel Rutherford

Our pride must have winter weather to rot it.

— Samuel Rutherford

If ye were not Christ’s wheat, appointed to be bread in His house, He would not grind you.

— Samuel Rutherford

It cost Christ and all His followers sharp showers and hot sweats ere they won to the top of the mountain. But still our soft nature would have heaven coming to our bedside when we are sleeping, and lying down with us, that we might go to heaven in warm clothes; but all that came there found wet feet by the way, and sharp storms that did take the hide off their face, and found tos and fros, and ups and downs, and many enemies by the way.

— Samuel Rutherford

I am in as sweet communion with Christ as a poor sinner can be; and am only pained that He hath much beauty and fairness, and I little love; He great power and mercy, and I little faith; He much light, and I bleared eyes.

— Samuel Rutherford

She is not sent away, but only sent before, like unto a star, which, going out of your sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere: ye see her not yet, she doth shine in another country.

— Samuel Rutherford

I know no sweeter way to heaven, than through free grace and hard trials together, and one of these cannot well want another.

— Samuel Rutherford

Heaven is but a company of noble venturers for Christ. They are not worthy of Him who will not take a blow for the Master’s sake.

— Samuel Rutherford

We would either have a silent, a soft, a perfumed cross, sugared and honeyed with the consolations of Christ, or we faint; and providence must either brew a cup of gall and wormwood, mastered in the mixing with joy and songs, else we cannot be disciples. But Christ’s cross did not smile on him, his cross was a cross, and his ship sailed in blood, and his blessed soul was sea-sick, and heavy even to death.

— Samuel Rutherford

Arbitrary governing hath no alliance with God.

— Samuel Rutherford

When we shall come home and enter to the possession of our Brother’s fair kingdom, and when our heads shall find the weight of the eternal crown of glory, and when we shall look back to pains and sufferings; then shall we see life and sorrow to be less than one step or stride from a prison to glory; and that our little inch of time-suffering is not worthy of our first night’s welcome home to heaven.

— Samuel Rutherford

Christ’s cross is such a burden as sails are to a ship or wings to a bird.

— Samuel Rutherford

Dry wells send us to the fountain.

— Samuel Rutherford

How soon will some few years pass away, and then when the day is ended, and this life’s lease expired, what have men of the world’s glory, but dreams and thoughts? O happy soul for evermore, who can rightly compare this life with that long-lasting life to come, and can balance the weighty glory of the one with the light golden vanity of the other.

— Samuel Rutherford

Madam, when you are come to the other side of the water, and set down your foot on the shore of glorious eternity, and look back to the water and to your wearisome journey, and shall see in that clear glass of endless glory nearer to the bottom of God’s wisdom, you shall then be forced to say, “If God had done otherwise with me than He hath done, I had never come to the enjoying of this crown of glory.

— Samuel Rutherford

If contentment were here, heaven were not heaven.

— Samuel Rutherford

Christ and His cross together are sweet company, and a blessed couple. My prison is my palace, my losses are rich losses, my pain easy pain, my heavy days are holy and happy days.

— Samuel Rutherford

Let Christ’s love bear most court in your soul, and that court will bear down the love of other things. Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

— Samuel Rutherford

The good husbandman may pluck His roses and gather in His liles at midsummer, and, for ought I dare say, in the beginning of the first summer month; and He may transplant young trees out of the lower ground to the higher, where they have more of the sun, and a more free air, at any season of the year. What is that to you or me? The goods are his own.

— Samuel Rutherford
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