Do you ask how it is with me? Just as the weather is this morning. My heart is cold as the snow under foot, and
cloudy as the sky over my head. Not a
beam of sunshine, but it is a mercy to have daylight. It will not be always winter, though it has
been a long winter with me. We want a
revival at Olney both for the shepherd and the sheep. Yet my mouth is not stopped. I can sometimes talk loud and look big in the
pulpit, but how different a creature am I behind the scenes! Enter not into judgment with thy servant, O
Lord!
...Elvis Presley?
