The Less I Pray, The Harder It

He Who Believes In God Is Not Careful For The Morrow, But Labors Joyfully And With A Great Heart. "for He Giveth His Beloved, As In Sleep." They Must Work And Watch, Yet Never Be Careful Or Anxious, But Commit All To Him, And Live In Serene Tranquility; With A Quiet Heart, As One Who Sleeps Safely And Quietly.

However, They Have Not Acquired A Perfect Mastery Of The Art Of Lying; They Lie So Clumsily And Ineptly That Anyone Who Is Just A Little Observant Can Easily Detect It. But For Us Christians They Stand As A Terrifying Example Of God's Wrath.

Here Again You Confuse And Mix Everything Up In Your Usual Way.

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

The Will Of Man Without Grace Is Not Free, But Is Enslaved, And That Too With Its Own Consent.