Convictions, Obedience to – Charles Spurgeon

MAY you, my brethren, obey your convictions as constantly as matter obeys the laws of gravitation, and never may you sell your birthright for the world’s wretched pottage. Could this house be filled with such men and women, London would shake beneath the tramp of our army, this whole state would perceive that a new power had arisen up in the land, truth and righteousness would exalt their horn on high, and then would deceitful trading, and greed for gold, and Jesuitical paltering with words, this coquetry with the Popish harlot, be put an end to once for all.