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“Where Christ is, he rules; for he takes the keys of the house and governs all. Where he is in the heart and affections - there he rules; and where he takes not his lodging in the affections and in the heart, in the joy, desire, and delight, he is not at all. To have him in the brain to talk, and in the tongue to discourse, and yet to keep the heart filled with worldly lusts, shows that Christ does not reside there. By the heart, I mean, especially, the will and the affections. He draws the will to cleave to him, to choose him for the best good.”

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Book:The Matchless Love and Indwelling
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The Matchless Love and Indwelling

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Richard Sibbes
Richard Sibbes

Richard Sibbes (1577-1635) was a prominent English theologian and writer during the 17th century. His works held significant influence within the Puritan movement, particularly his seminal work 'The Soul's Ease,' which has had a profound impact on subsequent theologians and believers. more

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