In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolut: We must stress that the basis for our faith is neither experience nor emotion but the truth as God has given it in verbalized, prepositional form in the Scripture and which we first of all apprehend with our minds.- Francis Schaeffer
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