(Thomas Boston, "Human Nature in its Fourfold State")

"For I know that you will bring me to death, and to
the house appointed for all living." Job 30:23

While we are in the body, we are but at an inn—on
our way homeward. When we come to our grave—we
come to our home, our long home. All living must be
inhabitants of this house—good and bad, old and young.

Man's life is a stream, running into death's
devouring deeps. Those who now live in palaces,
must leave them—and go home to this house;
and those who have not where to lay their
heads—shall thus have a house at length.

It is long since death began to transport men
into another world—and vast multitudes are
gone there already. Yet the work is going on
still; death is carrying off new inhabitants
daily, to the house appointed for all living.

Who has ever heard the grave say, "It is enough!"

Long has it been getting—but still it asks.

We do but come into the world—to go out again.

This world is like a great market—where some
are coming in, others going out. "One generation
passes away, and another generation comes."
Ecclesiastes 1:4

Death is an inexorable, irresistible messenger,
who cannot be diverted from executing his
orders by . . .
the force of the mighty,
the bribes of the rich, or
the entreaties of the poor.

Death does not reverence the hoary head, nor pity
the harmless babe. The bold and daring cannot
outbrave it; nor can the faint hearted obtain a
discharge in this war. The strongest are but
brittle earthen vessels, easily broken in shivers.

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1689 Baptist Confession

Psa 55:16 As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me.
Psa 55:17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
James Farley, Wilderness Road Baptist Assembly.
Husband of Melissa and father of Ann.
www.wildernessroadbaptist.org