James Smetham…
“I think I can trace every scrap of sorrow in my life to simple unbelief. How could I be anything but quite happy if I believed that always that all the past is forgiven, and all the present furnished with power, and all the future bright with hope because of the same abiding facts which do not change my my mood, do not stumble because I totter and stagger the promise through unbelief, bust stand firm and clear with their peaks of pearl cleaving the air of Eternity, and the bases of their hills rooted unfathomably in the Rock of God. Mont Blanc does not become a phantom or a mist because a climber grows dizzy on its side.”
