My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads round and green these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
Machiavelli's teaching would hardly have stood the test of Parliamentary government for public discussion demands at least the profession of good faith.
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Skepticism has never founded empires established principals or changed the world's heart. The great doers in history have always been people of faith.
