There Is No Rustic So

I Did Nothing. The Word Did It All.

The Irony Is I Stopped Going To Church A Few Weeks Later.

The God Of This World Is Riches, Pleasure And Pride.

He Who Believes In God Is Not Careful For The Morrow, But Labors Joyfully And With A Great Heart. "for He Giveth His Beloved, As In Sleep." They Must Work And Watch, Yet Never Be Careful Or Anxious, But Commit All To Him, And Live In Serene Tranquility; With A Quiet Heart, As One Who Sleeps Safely And Quietly.

For It Is A Horrible Blasphemy To Imagine That There Is Any Work By Which You Should Presume To Pacify God, Since You See That There Is Nothing Which Is Able To Pacify Him But This Inestimable Price, Even The Death And The Blood Of The Son Of God, One Drop Of Which Is More Precious Than The Whole World.