It is our firm opinion that the feeblest saint in our midst would receive grace for the struggle, and come off more than a conqueror. God's children are the same now as ever. Real piety will as well endure the fire in one century as another. There is the same love to impel the martyrdom, the same grace to sustain the sufferer, the same promises to cheer his heart, and the same crown to adorn his head. We believe that those followers of Jesus who may perhaps one day be called to the stake, will die as readily as any who have gone before.
Love is still as strong as death, and grace is still made perfect in weakness.
Sweet is the cross, above all sweets, To souls enamoured with His smiles, The keenest woe life ever meets, Love strips of all its terrors, sad beguiles. This is as true today, as it was a thousand years ago. Nothing has injured the cause of Christ more than the inconsistencies of his avowed friends. Jealousy for the honor of Christ is an admirable mark of grace.