New Birth, Necessity of – Charles Spurgeon

I WAS staying one day at an inn in one of the valleys of Northern Italy, where the floor was dreadfully dirty. I had it in my mind to advise the landlady to scrub it, but when I perceived that it was made of mud I reflected that the more she scrubbed the worse it would be. The man who knows his own heart soon perceives that his corrupt nature admits of no improvement; there must be a new nature implanted, or the man will be only “washed to deeper stains.” “You must be born again.” Ours is not a case for mending, but for making new.