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Albert Durer, The Famous Painter, Used To Say He Had No Pleasure In Pictures That Were Painted With Many Colors, But In Those Which Were Painted With A Choice Simplicity. So It Is With Me As To Sermons.

Where The Battle Rages, There The Loyalty Of The Soldier Is Proved.

Whatever Your Heart Clings To And Confides In, That Is Really Your God, Your Functional Savior.

We Come To The New Testament, Where Again A Host Of Imperative Verbs Is Mustered In Support Of That Miserable Bondage Of Free-choice, And The Aid Of Carnal Reason With Her Inferences And Similes Is Called In, Just As In A Picture Or A Dream You Might See The King Of The Flies With His Lances Of Straw And Shields Of Hay Arrayed Against A Real And Regular Army Of Seasoned Human Troops. That Is How The Human Dreams Of Diatribe Go To War With The Battalions Of Divine Words.

Faith Is A Free Surrenderand A Joyous Wager On The Unseen, Unknown, Untested Goodness Of God.