Folly of Resisting God – Charles Spurgeon

THE huge Matterhorn lifts its colossal head above the clouds. Who will may speak against it; but it bows not its giant form; and no matter what of snow and sleet may dash against its ramparts, there it stands, still the same; emblem herein of the great throne of the Eternal, firm and immutable, though all the universe storm at its foot. To resist God is to strike with naked feet against a goad. “It is hard for you to kick against the pricks.” You will hurt yourself; you cannot injure him, nor change his purposes by so much as the turning of a hair. God will have his way: none shall resist his will.