May I humbly, yet solemnly, add my testimony. I know that God lives. I know that Jesus is the Christ. This is his work; this is his church; he stands at the head today. More personally, I testify that he loves his children. When they suffer, whether from the effects of sin or the elements of nature, his perfect heart breaks. Yet his compassionate sorrow for us is swallowed up in his joy at our ultimate victory. For he knows the beginning from the end and sees, even as we suffer, the prize that we will win. There are miracles today. Some miracles just take time. This I believe.
Unless man in the midst of all his modernism finds a middle ground upon which to adjust his differences, there can be no mutual progress, human liberty is sacrificed and talent and freewill suffer. Improvement of the standards of living of the whole people is paramount, if civilization is to escape world fanaticism.
Centuries earlier, Job suffered immeasurable losses. His wealth was stripped from him; his family destroyed. Finally, after all else was gone, he was stricken with boils and failing health. Every day and every hour he suffered physical, emotional, and spiritual pain. His friends mocked him, but Job remained faithful. He emphatically declared, For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I shall see God. (Job 19: 25-26.)
POTABLE, n. Suitable for drinking. Water is said to be potable; indeed, some declare it our natural beverage, although even they find it palatable only when suffering from the recurrent disorder known as thirst, for which it is a medicine.