How Soon Would Faith Freeze

My Dear Friend, Venture To Take The Wind On Your Face For Christ.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

The Secret Formula Of The Saints: When I Am In The Cellar Of Affliction, I Look For The Lord's Choicest Wines.

I Know You Are In Grief And Heaviness; And If It Were Not So, You Might Be Afraid, Because Then Your Way Would Not Be So Like The Way That Our Lord Saith Leadeth To The New Jerusalem. Sure I Am, If You Knew What Were Before You, Or If You Saw Some Glances Of It, You Would, With Gladness, Swim Through The Present Floods Of Sorrow, Spreading Forth Your Arms Out Of Desire To Be At Land.

There Is As Much In Our Lord's Pantry As Will Satisfy All His Children And As Much Wine In His Cellar As Will Quench All Their Thirst. Hunger On, For There Is Meat In Hungering For Christ; Go Never From Him, But Seek Him Who Is Yet Pleased With The Importunity Of Hungry Souls Until He Fills You; If He Delays, Yet Do Not Go Away, Even If You Faint At His Feet.