To those who call themselves Christians, but weep such hopeless tears: do you not believe that God is unchangeable, but think he acts one way one time and another way another time just from caprice? 

When any have husband, son, father, brother, or lover are taken from them, is it but the cold frost of use and forgetting that makes them less miserable than they were a year ago? 

The trouble of the Lord was that his friends would not trust his father. He did not want any reception of himself that was not a reception of his father—hewho did the works!

It was hard upon Lazarus, but he must come and bear the Lord company a little longer, and then be left behind with his sisters, that they and millions more might know that God is the God of the living, and not of the dead...

They wept as those who believe in death, not in life. What was to be done with his brother and sisters who would be miserable, who would not believe in his father!

The Lord had all this time been trying to teach his friends about his father, who had sent him that men might look on his very likeness, and all they had gained by it seemed not to amount to an atom of consolation when the touch of death came... 

Weep freely, friends; but let your tears be those of expectant Christians, not hopeless pagans... 

The Lord did not call the leprosy to return and seize again upon the man who disobeyed him... 

“God would have us sharers in his bliss—in the very truth of existence…”
Now that is Good News to be thankful for indeed!

“What is a prophet without honor?” such ask, nor understand the answer, “A man the more likely to prove a prophet...”