Against the persecution of a tyrant the godly have no remedy but prayer.
John CalvinRead
Prosperity inebriates men, so that they take delights in their own merits.
Interpretation
Wealth can cloud people's judgment and lead them to become overly proud of their accomplishments.
This quote by John Calvin suggests that prosperity can intoxicate individuals, making them excessively self-satisfied and unaware of their limitations. It warns against the vanity that can accompany success and encourages humility, reminding us that one's achievements should not lead to arrogance or neglect of others.
In practice
A speaker at an economic forum might use this quote to highlight the importance of humility in business.
Against the persecution of a tyrant the godly have no remedy but prayer.
The pastor ought to have two voices: one, for gathering the sheep; and another, for warding off and driving away wolves and thieves. The Scripture supplies him with the means of doing both.
Man is never sufficiently touched and affected by the awareness of his lowly state until he has compared himself with God's majesty.
Whomever the Lord has adopted and deemed worthy of His fellowship ought to prepare themselves for a hard, toilsome, and unquiet life, crammed with very many and various kinds of evil.
For as the aged, or those whose sight is defective, when any book, however fair, is set before them, though they perceive that there is something written, are scarcely able to make out two consecutive words, but, when aided by glasses, begin to read distinctly, so Scripture, gathering together the impressions of Deity, which, till then, lay confused in our minds, dissipates the darkness, and shows us the true God clearly.
When God wants to judge a nation, He gives them wicked rulers.
What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.
Those who know the true use of money, and regulate the measure of wealth according to their needs, live contented with few things.
Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who possess it.
I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.
Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.
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