"Oh, let us not rust out—let us not glide through
the world and then slip quietly out, without having
even blown the trumpet loud and long for our
Blessed Redeemer. At the very least let us see to
it that the devil holds a thanksgiving services in hell,
when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle,
and not merely spit in contempt."
-C.T. Studd
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