The Test Of A Preacher Is That

Let The Enemy Rage At The Gate; Let Him Knock, Pound, Scream, Howl; Let Him Do His Worst. We Know For Certain That He Cannot Enter Our Soul Except By The Door Of Our Consent.

Consider The Pains Which Martyrs Have Endured, And Think How Even Now Many People Are Bearing Afflictions Beyond All Measure Greater Than Yours, And Say, "of A Truth My Trouble Is Comfort, My Torments Are But Roses As Compared To Those Whose Life Is A Continual Death, Without Solace, Or Aid Or Consolation, Borne Down With A Weight Of Grief Tenfold Greater Than Mine."

Those Who Pray From The Heart Do Not Think About The Prayer They Are Saying, But About The God To Whom They Pray.

While I Am Busy With Little Things, I Am Not Required To Do Greater Things.

How Are You To Meet The Swarm Of Foolish Attachments, Triflings, And Undesirable Inclinations Which Beset You? By Turning Sharply Away, And Thoroughly Renouncing Such Vanities, Flying To The Saviour's Cross, And Clasping His Crown Of Thorns To Your Heart, So That These Little Foxes May Not Spoil Your Vines. Beware Of Entering Into Any Manner Of Treaty With The Enemy; Do Not Delude Yourself By Listening To Him While Intending To Reject Him.