He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are bastards.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
He was a great thundering paradox of a man.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
I was always a God guy.
Sometimes you come up against a mountain and you end up making the mountain seem bigger than God.
I know that Lorenzo Snow was God's mouthpiece upon the earth, that he was the representative of the Lord, and that he was, in very deed, a prophet of God.
He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.
He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.