See how the question is solved as to which is the true Church, and who has care of it. In Jesus, and all who are vitally joined to him, we find the only true Church, and in our heavenly Father, the great overseer and purifier of it.
Fruitless branches must come away, for the very mark of a living branch is fruit. The dead wood of mere profession, being worthless and pernicious, must be pruned out.
Do what we may, we can bring forth no truly good thing except in union with our Lord: our strength, our fruitfulness, yea, and our very life, all lie in Him.
Nothing! mark the word. He does not say “only a little,” but nothing.
There is the end of the man who is fruitless; because not vitally united to Jesus, he utterly perishes. What a change,—numbered one day with the branches of the true vine, and the next, burning in the fire.
Power in prayer depends upon union with Jesus, and obedience to his will.
John 15:8, 9
One of the most sublime verses in Holy Scripture. The Father loves the Son without beginning, without change, without measure, and without end—and even thus does Jesus love us.
Christ’s own joy in us! Think of that. Here is enough to fill us with joy to running over.
Here is love’s law—her diamond rule.
Here is love’s fairest model. Note it well.
Here is love’s life, and love’s reward. Obedience to Jesus leads to a sense of the love of Jesus. If we walk after his rule he will walk with us.
We are made his table-companions, for we sit at the Communion feast, and there are no secrets between us, for he tells us all that is in his heart. This is love indeed, which lifts poor worms of the dust into friendship with “the Prince of the kings of the earth.”
Quicken’d by thee, and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit;
My life I from thy sap derive,
My vigour from thy root.
I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine:
Wither’d and barren should I be,
If sever’d from the vine.
Come just as ye are, for Jesus invites
Poor sinners to share substantial delights:
Ye weary and burden’d who happy would be,
And wish to be pardon’d, come listen to me.
The ear of your heart If you will incline
To you I’ll impart my fulness divine,
Your souls by my Spirit made meet for the sky,
The life shall inherit which never shall die.