Fear is faithlessness.
But there is so little that is worthy the name of faith, that such a confidence will appear to most not merely incredible but heartless.

The Lord himself seems not to have been very hopeful about us, for he said, When the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
A perfect faith would lift us absolutely above fear.

It is in the cracks, crannies, and gulfy faults of our belief, the gaps that are not faith, that the snow of apprehension settles, and the ice of unkindness forms.
The torrent had already worn for itself a channel: what earth there was, it had swept clean away to the rock, and the loose stones it had thrown up aside, or hurled with it in its headlong course.

But as Gibbie bounded along, following it with a speed almost equal to its own, he was checked in the midst of his hearty haste by the sight, a few yards away, of another like terror--another torrent issuing from the side of the hill, and rushing to swell the valley stream.

Another and another he saw, with growing wonder, as he ran; before he reached home he passed some six or eight, and had begun to think whether a second deluge of the whole world might not be at hand, commencing this time with Scotland.