Every life has dark tracts and long stretches of somber tint, and no representation is true to fact which dips its pencil only in light, and flings no shadows on the canvas. — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
He that has no present Christ has a future, dark, chaotic, heaving with its destructive ocean; and over it there goes forever--black-pinioned winging its solitary and hopeless flight, the raven of his anxious thoughts, and finds no place to rest,… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
If our faith in God is not the veriest sham, it demands, and will produce, the abandonment sometimes, the subordination always, of external helps… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
God keeps giving Himself as long as we bring that into which He can pour Himself. And when we stop bringing, He stops giving. — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
As we look upon that agony and those tearful prayers, let us not only look with thankfulness; but let that kneeling Saviour teach us… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Ah, my brother, it is a far harder thing, and it is afar higher proof of a thorough-going, persistent, Christian principle woven into the… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
The cross is the centre of the world's history; the incarnation of Christ and the crucifiction of our Lord are the pivot round which… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Being in Christ, it is safe to forget the past; it is possible to be sure of the future; it is possible to be… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Do not let the loud utterances of your own wills anticipate, nor drown, the still, small voice in which God speaks. Bridle impatience till… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
The cup which my Saviour giveth me, can it be anything but a cup of salvation? — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Love is the only fire that is hot enough to melt the iron obstinacy of a creatures' will. — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
If you want to live in this world, doing the duty of life, knowing the blessings of it, doing your work heartily, and yet… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
