Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

"The whole Christian movement sprang out of the old conditions like a bird out of its shell, and
yet was persecuted to death by the old church. But, finding new life in death, springing up out of its
own ashes, rising out of its own blood, it conquered its way. There is something marvelously strange
in the history of the Christian church. Persecuted, bleeding, dying, she draws strength as from her
own blood, and, by the hand of God, puts on power in the midst of weakness. But, becoming strong,
powerful, influential, she in turn, becomes the oppressor, and persecutes the same truth for which
she has been persecuted. Her triumph becomes the strength of the oppressor. Thus, has history over
and over again repeated itself."
"A sanctified man is at the bottom of the ladder. He is but a child--a clean child. He is now to
learn; to grow; to rise; to be divinely enlarged and transformed. The Christ in him is to make new
and complete channels in and through every part of his being--pouring the stream of heaven through
his thinking, living, devotement and faith. The divine battery--His manifest presence--is to be
enlarged. The truth of God is to be revealed, and poured through the soul and lips, with holy fire and
divine unction, more and more aboundingly. I am convinced that a lack of the conception of these
facts has been the death warrant to many a soul. A lack of personal realization of the fact that I,
myself, must stir myself up, has brought wreck and ruin to many. God will stir him up who stirs up
himself, until he comes 'unto the measure of the fullness of the stature of Christ.' "
"It must be made possible for man to be forgiven, and reconciled unto Him, and the first work of
Jesus was the making of the atonement, but in doing that He contended with the powers of darkness;
Satan gathered his emissaries; hell poured forth her legions; the heavens were black with the power
of darkness; the earth trembled under the tread of the mighty contending forces. But that wounded,
bleeding hand; that broken heart, held the hosts of hell at bay. For dreadful hours billows from the
pit broke over Him.
"At last, He lifted His eyes, and looking out into the darkness and beyond, said, 'It is finished;' and
when the cloud of the darkness of the conflict passed away, there waved above the cross in holy
triumph, the banner of salvation, and streams of heavenly light and human hope sprang out from it."
"The Son of God has made the darkest place of human history the most luminous place in this
universe. Everything is dim beside it. Ten thousand suns gathered into one, would be blackness itself
compared to the unspeakable glory of the cross of Christ. The cross is the great, suffering, infinite,
crowning glory of God. It is the mighty, struggling, dying effort to do what omnipotence can not do;
to accomplish the impossible; to cause infinite justice and infinite mercy to kiss each other over the
brow of a doomed man, and folding their arms about him, lift him to a new possibility. To the
amazement of a moral universe, it is done. Infinite love, infinite suffering bring it to pass. A door
of hope is opened for man. A possibility is set before us. There is light for darkness, purity for
impurity."
"There is no top to the divine heights; there is no bottom to the divine depths; there is no shore
to the ocean of God's perfections. The soul bathes and drinks, and drinks and bathes, and yet I stand
awe-inspired in the presence of the infinite glory, which, though I come nigh, is ever
unapproachable; though I bathe my soul in it, and am filled with its measureless heights and depths
and lengths and breadths, overwhelms me."