A Puritan at Heart

Daily quote from the puritans

Love's Letter

July 15th, 1651 [the day he expected to be executed from the Tower of London] "My Dearest Beloved, "I am now going to my long home, yet I must write a word before I go hence and shall be seen no more. It is to beg thee to be comforted in my gain and not to be troubled in they loss. Labour to suppress thy inward fears now that thou art under outward sorrows. As thy outward sufferings abound, let they consolations in Christ also abound. I know thou art a woman of a sorrowful spirit. My time is short; I have but a few words of counsel to give thee, and then I shall leave thee to God who careth for thee and thine. 1. While thou art under desertions, labour rather to strengthen and clear up they evidences for Heaven than question them 2. Remember a faith of adherence or reliance on the Lord Jesus brings thee to Heaven, though thou want the faith of evidence or assurance. 3. Labour to find that (and more also) in God which thou hast lost in the creature. 4. Spend not thy days in heaviness for my death. If there were knowledge of things below or sorrow in heaven, I should grieve to think my beloved should mourn on earth. 5. Lie under a soul-searching ministry. I know thou art not a spongy hearer, sucking in foul water as well as fair. God hath given thee a good understanding, to be able to discern things that differ. As the mouth tastes meat, they ear trieth words. 6. Be conversant in Christian meetings and much in the exercises of mortification, in fasting and prayers, yet have respect to the weakness of they body and they present condition. 7. Have a care of thyself and babes. God will take care of thee and them. I can write no more; farewell my dear, farewell, farewell. My dear, I be thee to be satisfied. My heart is greatly comforted in God. I can quietly submit to the good pleasure of His will, and I hope thou dost so also. I am delivered by the determinate counsel of God; the will of the Lord be done. Read for thy comfort when I am dead and gone, Jeremiah 49:11 and the beginning of 12; Isaiah 9:6-8; Psalm 5:6 and 146:9; 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 and Hebrews 12:6-7 These are the last words written by thy dying yet comforted husband. Christopher Love

May 21, 2006 Posted by Deejay | Letters of Christopher Love | | No Comments Yet

Truth As old as the Bible

Truth as old as the Bible

"I am accused of being an apostate, of being a turn-coat, of being this, of being that, of being anything but what I am. In general, I will tell you, I bless my God, a high court, a long sword, a bloody scaffold have not made me in the least to alter my principles or to wrong my conscience." "Take heed of those doctrines that come under the notion of "new light." Those doctrines you ought to suspect as to whether they are true, which the broachers of them say are new, for truth is as old as the Bible. Many things go under the notion of "new light" yet they are but old darkness, old heresies raked out of the dunghill, and which were buried in former ages of the Church with contempt and reproach many hundreds of years ago." "Here I come to that which you call an untimely end and shameful death, but (blessed be God) it is my glory and it is my comfort. I shall justify God; He is righteous because I have sinned. He is righteous though He cuts me off in the midst of my days and in the midst of my ministry." "I conclude with the speech of the Apostle, 2 Timothy 4:6-7, "I am now to be offered up, and the time of my departure is at hand; I have finished my course, I have fought the good fight, I have kept the faith, henceforth there is a crown of righteousness laid up for me; and not for me only, but for all them that love the appearing of our Lord Jesus Christ," through whose blood I expect remission of sins and eternal salvation. And so the Lord bless you all."

Excerpts from the testimony of Christopher Love just before he was martyred

May 7, 2006 Posted by Deejay | Letters of Christopher Love | | No Comments Yet

From The Tower of London

More Dear to me than Ever,

It adds to my rejoicing that I have so good and gracious a wife to part with for the Lord Jesus. In thy grief, I have been grieved; but in thy joy I have been comforted. Surely, nature could never help thee to bear so heavy a stroke with so much silence and submission to the hand of God! Oh, dearest, every line which thou writest me gladdeneth my heart. I dare not think that there is such a creature as Mary Love in the world. For Kit and Mall [the two living children], I can think of them without trouble, leaving them to so good a God and so good a mother.

Be comforted concerning thy husband, who may more honour God in his death than in his life. The will of the Lord be done; he is fully satisfied with the hand of God. Though there is but little between him and death, he knows there is but little between him and heaven, and that ravisheth his heart.

The Lord bless and requite for thy wise and good counsel. Thou hast presented me; the very things I thought to have written to thee, thou hast written to me. I have had more comfort from thy gracious letters that from all the counsel I have had elsewhere in the world. Well, be assured, we shall meet in heaven. I rest till I rest in heaven, thy dying but comforted friend.

Christopher Love

May 4, 2006 Posted by Deejay | Letters of Christopher Love | | No Comments Yet

Christopher Love

From the Tower of London,
August 22, 1651
The Day of my Glorification

"My most gracious beloved,

I am now going from a prison to a palace. I have finished my work, I am now
to recieve my wages. I am now going to Heaven where are two of my children, and
leaving thee on earth where are three of my babes. Those two above need not my
care, but the three below need thine. It comforts me to think two of my
children are in the bosom of Abraham and three of them will be in the arms and
care of so tender a godly mother.

I know thou art a woman of a sorrowful spirit, yet be comforted; though
thy sorrow be great for thy husband's going out of the world, yet thy pains
shall be the less in bringing thy child into the world. Thou shalt be a joyful
mother, though thou beest a sad widow. God hath many mercies in store for thee;
the prayers of a dying husband for thee will not be lost. To my shame I speak
it: I never prayed so much for thee at liberty as I have done in prison." From the letters of Christopher Love to his wife Mary Love whilst awaiting martydom.

April 19, 2006 Posted by Deejay | Letters of Christopher Love | | No Comments Yet