Making the burden Light

Loving and dear sister–I received your letter. I know that the favour of Christ in you (whom the virgins love to follow) cannot be blown away with the winds, either from hell, or the evil-smelled air of this defiled world. Sit afar back from the walls of this pesthouse, even the pollutions of this defiling world. Keep your taste, your love, and hope in heaven; it is not good that your love and your Lord should be in two sundry countries. Up, up after your lover, that ye and He maybe together. A King from heaven hath sent for you: by faith He showeth you the New Jerusalem, and taketh you alongst in the Spirit, through all the ease-rooms and dwelling-houses in heaven and saith, “All these are thine; this place is for thee and Christ.” And if ye only hd been the chosen of God, Christ would have built that one house for you and Himself; now it is for you and many others also. Take with you in your journey what you may carry with you, your conscience, faith, hope, patiences, meekness, goodness, brotherly kindness; for such wares as these are of great price in the High and new country wither ye go. As for other things, which are but the worlds vanity and trash, since they are but the house-sweepings, ye will do best not to carry them with you. Ye found them here; leave them here, and let them keep the house. Your sun is well turned and low; be nigh your lodging against night. We go one and one out of this great market, till the town be empty, and the two lodgings, heaven and hell, be filled. at length there will be nothing in the earth but toom walls and burnt ashes; and therefore it is best to make away. Antichrist and his master are busy to plenish hell, and to seduce many: and stars, great church-light are falling from heaven, and many are misled and seduced, and m ake up with their faith and sell their birthrights by their hungry hunting for I know not what. Fasten your grips fast upon Christ. I verily esteem Him the best aught that I have. He is my second in prison. Having Him though my cross were as heavy as ten thousand mountains of iron, when He putteth His sweet shoulder under me and it, my cross is but a feather. I please myself in the choice of Christ; He is my wale in heaven and earth. I rejoice that He is in heaven before me. God send a joyful meeting; and in the meaningtime, the travellers charges for the way, I mean a burden of Christ’s love, to sweeten the journey and to encourage the breathless runner; for when I lose breath, climbing up a mountain, He maketh new breath. [Samuel Rutherford]