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Christ, our passover, has been sacrificed for us. Here we rest, protected by the paschal blood, and feeding on the paschal lamb, with its unleavened bread and bitter herbs, from day to day. Let us keep the feast. Wherever we are, let us keep it. For we carry our passover with us, always ready, always fresh. With girded loins and staff in hand, as wayfarers, we move along, through the rough or the smooth of the wilderness, our face towards the land of promise.

~H. Bonar, The Everlasting Righteousness, p.134

Faith

By a natural figure of speech, faith is often magnified into something great; whereas it is really nothing but our consent to be saved by another: its supposed magnitude is derived from the greatness of the object which it grasps, the excellence of the righteousness which it accepts.  Its preciousness is not its own, but the preciousness of Him to whom it links us.
~H. Bonar, The Everlasting Righteousness, p.109