11. The storm thickened, and the clouds pouring out torrents of rain
combined to form the secret chamber of the invisible but wonder-working God.
Faith saw him, but no other eye could gaze through the thick clouds of theskies. Blessed is the darkness which encurtains my God; if I may not see
him, it is sweet to know that he is working in secret for my eternal good. Even
fools can believe that God is abroad in the sunshine and the calm, but faith is
wise, and discerns him in the terrible darkness and threatening storm.
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