And I know in this matter but one real necessity: my own self-approval.

If consciously I preached a polite sermon there, my own soul would accuse me and I should be as a leaf in the wind for power.

No, Nance--never urge me to be untrue to that divine Christ-self within me! If I cannot be my best self before God, I am nothing.

I must preach Christ and Him crucified, whether it be to the wealthy of St.Antipas or only to believing poverty." Stung with contrition, she was quick to say, "Oh, my dearest, I didn't mean you to be untrue! Only it seemed unnecessary to affront them in your very first sermon." "I have been divinely guided, Nance.

No considerations of expediency can deflect me now.