O Father, help us to know that the hiding of Thy face is wise love. Thy love is not fond, doting, and reasonless. Thy bairns must often have the frosty cold side of the hill, and set down both their bare feet amongst the thorns: Thy love hath eyes, and in the meantime is looking on. Our pride must have winter weather.
-George MacDonald
Christ's saints carry the cross, feel the frosty cold, and walk among the thorns, but this is wise love and we are called to follow. We follow to the cross, but we follow knowing that the cross means Easter. "We don’t struggle and suffer and fight in spite of Easter. We struggle and suffer and fight because of Easter...Christ is risen and therefore every cross is lovely to us." -Pastor Sumpter
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