Love is so simple. [Fr. , C'est tellement simple, l'amour. ]
Farewell, dearest friend, never to see one another any more till at the right hand of Christ.
And now, this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.
This is the most joyful day that ever I saw in my pilgrimage on earth.
I have been a man of great sins, but He has been a God of great mercies; and now, through His mercies, I have a conscience as sound and quiet as if I had never sinned.
Now for my own case, I bless the Lord that, for all that hath been said of me, my conscience doth not condemn me. I do not say I am free of sin, but I am at peace with God through a slain Mediator; and I believe that there is no salvation but only in Christ.
I have followed holiness, I have taught truth, and I have been most in the main things; not that I thought the things concerning our times little, but that I thought none could do anything to purpose in God's great and public matters, till they were right in their conditions.
To see them succeed, to see them improve, that is what matters.
There are several sources for my appreciation of pastors and the way they are described in this book. One of them is reading history and realizing that they had a profound creative impact on the Middle West and the settlement of the Middle West.
I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child - which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.
If I could play drums like Patrick Carney or Taylor Hawkins, I'd be a really happy person.