A resting in notions of Gospel truth, or in the recollection of past comforts, without a continual thirst for fresh communications from the Fountain of life, is, I am afraid, the canker which eats away the beauty and fruitfulness of… Continue Reading
“I wish my letters may be a bridle to you and yours a spur to me.” Those words came from the pen of John Newton to a much younger John Ryland, Jr. Newton was almost 50 when he wrote these… Continue Reading
I am excited to announce a new project that I have been working on over my Christmas break and will be launching on January 1, 2011. It is my goal in 2011 to post every day a poem, letter, etc.… Continue Reading
My God! how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin; I cannot make… Continue Reading