Frederick William Robertson and My Favorite Quote

It is an awful moment when the soul begins to find that the props upon which it has blindly rested are, many of them, rotten, and begins to suspect them all; when it begins to feel the nothingness of many of the traditionary opinions which have been received with implicit confidence, and in that horrible insecurity begins to doubt whether there be anything to believe at all. It is an awful hour – let him who has passed through say how awful – when this life has lost its meaning, and seems shriveled into a span; when the grave appears to be the end of all, human goodness nothing but a name, and the sky above this universe a dead expanse, black with the void from which God Himself has disappeared.

Frederick William Robertson
Life and Letters of Frederick W. Robertson (1847 – 1853)

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