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All the apple trees in the garden were blooming. They had hastened to cover themlves with blossoms before their green leaves were fully unfolded. All the ducklings were in the farmyard, and so was the cat; it basked in the sun and tried to lick the sunshine from its own paws.
And to look across the fields was a pleasing sight; there stood the corn, so beautifully green, while all the small birds chirped and twittered as happily as if they were having a great holiday.
And, indeed, people could rightly think of this as a holiday, for it was Sunday. The bells were chiming while people in their best clothes were walking to church and looking so cheerful. It was such a bright, warm day that one might well say: "How good God is to grant us so many blessings!"
But inside the church the preacher in the pulpit spoke in a loud and angry tone; he said that
种树的看图写话all humans were wicked and that God would certainly punish them by nding them to the eternal torments of hell when they died. He said that they would never find peace or rest in hell, for their consciences would never die nor would the fires ever be extinguished.
This was terrible to hear, but still he went on as if the subject he was explaining were really true. He described hell to them as a stagnant cave, where all the impure and sinful of the world would be; there would be no air, only the hot sulphur flames, and no bottom there, and the wicked would sink deeper and deeper into eternal silence forever!
设备采购方案It was horrible to hear this, but the preacher spoke from his heart, and all the people in the church were terrified.
But the birds outside the church sang joyously, and the sun was shining warmly; it was as if each little bird were saying, "Nothing is so great as the loving-kindness of the Almighty!"
Yes, outside the church, it was not at all like the preacher's rmon.
直到英语Before the preacher went to bed that evening he noticed that his wife sat silent and thoughtful. "What's the matter with you?" he said to her.
"Why," she replied, "the matter with me is that I can't quite bring mylf to agree with what you said today in your rmon. It doesn't em right to say that so many sinners will be condemned to everlasting fire forever. Forever! Ah, how long! I'm only a poor sinful creature mylf, but I can't believe in my heart that even the vilest sinner will be condemned to burn in torment forever! We know the mercy of the Almighty is as great as His power; He knows how people are tempted from without and within by their own evil natures. No, I do not believe it, even if you said so."
It was autumn, the trees scattering their leaves on the ground, and the vere but earnest preacher sat beside the bed of a dying person. A faithful soul clod her eyes forever; it was the preacher's wife.
"If anyone can find peace and rest in the grave, through God's mercy, it is you!" sighed the preacher, as he folded her hands and read a psalm over the dead woman.
She was laid in her grave. Two large tears rolled down the cheeks of the sincere man, and in the parsonage everything emed so empty and still. The sunshine of his home had vanished, for she had gone.
It was night, and a cold wind blew over the head of the preacher. He opened his eyes and it emed to him that the moon was shining into the room, but there was no moonlight. A figure stood beside his bed, and the spirit of his decead wife shone upon him. Earnestly and sadly she looked at him, as if she had something on her mind that she wanted to say to him.
He half raid himlf in bed, stretched out his arms to her, and cried, "Then even you aren't permitted to rest in peace forever? Must you suffer, too? You, the best, the most pious!"
The dead bowed her head as if to say "yes," and laid her hand on her heart.
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"And can I give you peace in the grave?" he asked.遗憾近义词
"Yes," was the distinct reply.
"And how?"
"Bring me a hair, just one single hair, from the head of just one sinner whom God will condemn to eternal torture in hell."
兔子养殖前景"Yes, you should be freed that easily, you pure, you pious woman!" he said.
鳄鱼养殖"Then follow me," said the dead. It has been granted us that you can fly through the air by my side, wherever your thoughts are directed. To mortals we shall be invisible, and able to pass unen through the clod and bolted doors of inner rooms. But you must be certain that the man you point out to me as eternally damned is really one whom God will condemn to the torments of hell-fire forever, and he must be found before the cock crows."
And quickly, as if carried by the wings of thoughts, they arrived at the great city. On the walls of the hous letters of living flame gave the names of the deadly sins: Arrogance,
转学证明Greed, Drunkenness, Wantonness-in fact, the whole ven-colored bow of sin.
