to make our soul full by feeding it with husks of fleshly enjoyment? We defend ourselves to ourselves by charging God with driving us to this recourse. The consolations of God are small with us, and we are not content to say with holy Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.” He hides His face from us, and we are not true to our covenant with Him; we are not willing to wait until the shadows pass away and He lift upon us the light of His countenance. We take ourselves to the baleful and