If a Man Dies, Shall He Live Again?
When it Comes to Death, the Question is Not If, But When
If You are Depending on Yourself, The Answer is No!
If You Place Your Faith in Christ, The Answer is Yes!
The book of Job seems to me the most daring of poems: from a position of the most vantageless realism, it assaults the very citadel of the ideal! Its hero is a man seated among the ashes, covered with loathsome boils from head to foot, scraping himself with a potsherd. Sore in body, sore in mind, sore in heart, sore in spirit, he is the instance-type of humanity in the depths of its misery—all the waves and billows of a world of adverse circumstance rolling free over its head.