A Similitude
I have fancied myself sitting in a carriage drawn by wild, furious horses, myself holding the reins. The steeds are young and full of mettle; and, taking the bits in their teeth, they bear me on, and I have not power to control them. But just as I am in my extremity, and about to be run away with, I feel a sensation as though a strong man had come into the chariot behind me, and, encirling me in his strong arms, had stretched out his hands and taken the lines, and was controlling my impetuous steeds. He does not take the fire out of them, but guides them, and makes them go; and I am safe, though flying like the wind, while this mighty charioteer is with me.—Simpson
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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