The religion which I want

The religion which I want

(Letters of J. C. Philpot)

I am quite sick of modern religion–it is such a mixture, such a medley, such a compromise. I find much, indeed, of this religion in my own heart, for it suits the flesh well–but I would not have it so, and grieve it should be so.

The religion which I want is that of the Holy Spirit. I know nothing but what He teaches me. I feel nothing but what He works in me. I believe nothing but what He shows me.
I only mourn when He smites my rocky heart. I only rejoice when He reveals the Saviour.

This religion I am seeking after, though miles and miles from it–but no other will satisfy or content me.
When the blessed Spirit is not at work in me, and with me, I fall back into all the . . .
infidelity, and
of my Adam nature.

True religion is a supernatural and mysterious thing.

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