Our only true resting place
“The world picks up its skirt and passes by. It leaves you alone, it does not want to associate with you, you have gone down, you belong to the refuse and the gutters, and the world is too respectable to have any interest in you. Here is One who is ready to receive you and to accept you. . . . ‘Just as you are, I am ready to receive you. In your rags, in your filth, in your vileness. Rest.’”
D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, The Cross (Westchester, 1986), page 170.