Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

Let us not then suspect our happie State   Left so imperfet by the Maker wise,   As not secure to single or combin'd.   Fraile is our happiness, if this be so,   And EDEN were no EDEN thus expos'd.

Say they who counsel war; 'we are decreed, Reserved, and destined to eternal woe; Whatever doing, what can we suffer more, What can we suffer worse?' Is this then worst, Thus sitting, thus consulting, thus in arms? What when we fled amain, pursued and struck With Heaven's afflicting thunder, and besought The Deep to shelter us? This Hell then seemed A refuge from those wounds. Or when we lay Chained on the burning lake? That sure was worse.

Dostoyevsky, who was a believer, wrote that the "death of a single infant calls into question the existence of God."1

It therefore behoveth all those who may possibly be called to suffer for the truth in any season, or on any occasion, to assure their minds in this fundamental truth, that they may have in themselves a certain undeceiving understanding of the mind and will of God as revealed in the Scripture, independent on the authority of any church or persons whatsoever; the use of whose ministry herein we do yet freely and fully allow.

Christ is the meritorious cause of the bestowing of those good gifts, faith and constancy unto martyrdom, upon you.

And there is no small consolation in a due apprehension of that spiritual dignity which ensues hereon; for when they meet with the greatest troubles and the most contemptuous scorns in this world, a due apprehension of their acceptance with God, as being made kings and priests unto him, yields them a refreshment which the world knows nothing of, and which themselves are not able to express.

Odat? cu nenorocirea, vine È™i o uÈ™urare, o înseninare: porÈ›iuni vaste ale vieÈ›ii tale sunt date la o parte, devin dintr-odat? neînsemnate.

It's better to have the faith to embrace reality with all its pain than to cling to the false comfort of a painless fantasy.

When my father died, I had a real experience with Christ, a real conversion with Christ and I had it in a Oneness church.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

In the torment of the insufficiency of everything attainable we eventually learn that here, in this life, all symphonies remain unfinished.