God Is A Blank Sheet Upon Which

When The Scripture Speaks, God Speaks

I Myself Saw And Touched At Dessay, A Child Of This Sort, Which Had No Human Parents, But Had Proceeded From The Devil. He Was Twelve Years Old, And, In Outward Form, Exactly Resembled Ordinary Children.

It Is A Tremendously Hard Thing To Pray Aright, Yea, It Is Verily The Science Of All Sciences.

There Is No Justification Without Sanctification, No Forgiveness Without Renewal Of Life, No Real Faith From Which The Fruits Of New Obedience Do Not Grow.

When My Heart Is Cold And I Cannot Pray As I Should I Scourge Myself With The Thought Of The Impiety And Ingratitude Of My Enemies, The Pope And His Accomplices And Vermin, And Zwingli, So That My Heart Swells With The Righteous Indignation And Hatred And I Can Say With Warmth And Vehemence: 'holy Be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done!' And The Hotter I Grow The More Ardent Do My Prayers Become.