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Changes of the Heart and Contentment

My pastor is nearly finished preaching through Philippians. I have been edified, convicted and encouraged as he has taught us from the epistle. Pastor focused on the power of the cross and the secret of being content. He quoted Jeremiah Burrough's book " The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment."

I came home from church and wanted to see if I could find the quote online. The book can be found here. I didn't find the quote pastor used but I did read something that ties in beautifully with what I wrote in my lat post about needing a heart change more than needing a behavioral change. I thought I would post the quote here. I went and got myself a job so I will be writing less than I have been. Hopefully I will keep it up. It is good for me to have to research and read.

Here's the quote:

If the attainment of true contentment were as easy as keeping quiet outwardly, it would not need much learning. It might be had with less strength and skill than an Apostle possessed, yea, less than an ordinary Christian has or may have. Therefore, there is certainly more to it than can be attained by common gifts and the ordinary power of reason, which often bridle nature. It is a business of the heart.
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Grace Baptist Church, Somerset, KY said…
Rosemarie, the quote I used was Burroughs' description of Christian contentment. It can be found at the bottom of page 19 in the Banner of Truth book . . . and about line 60 of the text online in the first chapter: 1. CHRISTIAN CONTENTMENT DESCRIBED

I like your quote too!!

Pastor Bill
July 14, 2008 at 1:57 PM
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