John Bunyan
John Bunyan
John Bunyanwas an English writer and Baptist preacher best remembered as the author of the Christian allegory The Pilgrim's Progress. In addition to The Pilgrim's Progress, Bunyan wrote nearly sixty titles, many of them expanded sermons...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionClergyman
Date of Birth28 November 1628
depression men iron
I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.
spiritual heart soul
A tender heart is a wakeful, watchful heart. It watches against sin in the soul, sin in the family, sin in the calling, sin in spiritual duties and performances.
yesterday forever today
The same yesterday, today, and forever.
heart soul mind
The Swamp of Despond is that place set before the narrow gate where true and false pilgrims alike are assaulted by their own internal corruption and pollution. The dirt and scum that has attached itself to our hearts and minds is agitated and revealed by both the workings of a guilty conscience and the devouring avarice of the enemy of our souls.The
children world would-be
Though the world disregard the society of God's children now, yet there is a time coming in which they would be glad to have the least company with them.
life-and-death risk fear-of-death
To go back is nothing but death; but to go forward is fear of death and life everlasting beyond.
names pilgrims-progress slough
The name of the Slough was Despond.
jesus cheer christ
Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole.
christian praying persons
If you are not a praying person, you are not a Christian.
prayer blessed heaven
To-despise the world is the way to enjoy heaven; and blessed are they who delight to converse with God by prayer.
love-is earth pleasure
Love is the beauty and the strength of all societies and the great pleasure of our lives on earth.
running men careers
Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach their course to steer, Yet run himself life's mad career Wild as the wave?
flower poppies pleasure
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower
men mad care
Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drouned himsel amang the nappy.