But For Us There Are

To Be Energetic And Firm Where Principle Demands It, And Tolerant In All Else, Is Not Easy. It Is Not Easy To Abhor Wickedness, And Oppose It With Every Energy, And At The Same Time To Have The Meekness And Gentleness Of Christ, Becoming All Things To All Men For The Truth's Sake. The Energy Of Patience, The Most Godlike Of All, Is Not Easy.

Language Is The Picture And Counterpart Of Thought.

Our Prayer And God's Mercy Are Like Two Buckets In A Well; While The One Ascends The Other Descends.

Let The Church Come To God In The Strength Of A Perfect Weakness, In The Power Of A Felt Helplessness And A Child-like Confidence, And Then, Either She Has No Strength, And Has No Right To Be, Or She Has A Strength That Is Infinite. Then And Thus, Will She Stretch Out The Rod Over The Seas Of Difficulty That Lie Before Her, And The Waters Shall Divide, And She Shall Pass Through, And Sing The Song Of Deliverance.

No, There Is Nothing On The Face Of The Earth That Can, For A Moment, Bear A Comparison With Christianity As A Religion For Man. Upon This The Hope Of The Race Hangs. From The Very First, It Took Its Position, As The Pillar Of Fire, To Lead The Race Onward. The Intelligence And Power Of The Race Are With Those Who Have Embraced It; And Now, If This, Instead Of Proving Indeed A Pillar Of Fire From God, Should Be Found But A Delusive Meteor, Then Nothing Will Be Left To The Race But To Go Back To A Darkness That May Be Felt, And To A Worse Than Egyptian Bondage.