According to the multitude of my sorrows in my heart, thy comforts have given joy to my soul.
Augustine of Hippo
Remember how often I remind you of this, and let us not think that we ought now, in this life, to be happy and free from all trials; let us not sacrilegiously murmur against God in the straits of our temporal affairs, as if he were not giving us what he has promised. For he promised what we need for this life, but the comforting of the sad is one thing, the joys of the blessed something quite other. "Lord," the psalmist says, "according to the multitude of my sorrows in my heart, your comforts have given joy to my soul." Let us not, then, murmur in our trials, lest we lose the inclusiveness of good cheer, of which it is said, "rejoicing in hope," followed by "patient in tribulation." Therefore, the new life begins now by faith and is carried on by hope, but then will come the time when "death shall be swallowed up in victory," when that "enemy, death, shall be destroyed last," when we shall be changed and shall become like the angels, "for we shall all indeed," he says, "rise again, but we shall not all be changed." And the Lord said, "They will be equal to the angels of God." We have now mastered fear by faith, but then we shall have the mastery in love by vision. "For as long as we are in the body, we are absent from the Lord, for we walk by faith and not by sight."
Imported from an open dataset — not yet checked against the printed edition.