By his knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds drop down the dew.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was on him; and with his stripes we are healed.
By Ruan Ling, United States Ping was lying still on her sickbed, her face pale in the reflection of the lamplight. Since she had leukemia, she had been very depressed. Seeing patients in the ward pass away one after another, she felt fearful and helpless...
Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop: but a good word makes it glad.
For his anger endures but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
If you love me, keep my commandments.
Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves: for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.
