A Snowball in the Summer Sun

“All that is here is condemned to die–to pass away like a snowball before the summer sun; and since death took first possession of something of yours, it hath been and daily is creeping nearer and nearer to yourself, howbeit with no noise of feet.  Your Husbandman and Lord hath lopped off some branches already, the tree itself is to be transplanted to the high garden.  All those crosses are to make you white and ripe for the Lord’s harvest hook.”  –Samuel Rutherford “The Loveliness of Christ” p. 42

About Maureen Stohlmeyer

Grateful to have been married to my wonderful husband Michael for nearly 35 years who is now with the Lord, I would like to share from writers from the past who have strengthened our faith and walk with Jesus Christ our Savior and Redeemer. His walk with God was deeply enriched by the writings of authors from the past and I dedicate this blog to him and to them.
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