“他的魂被铁捆拘。”（诗105篇18节，直译）
我们的悲哀、困难、铁轭、束缚，好似一个铁圈，把我们紧紧围住。它们替我们造出力量来、忍耐来、刚毅来。
信徒啊，不要逃避苦难；安安静静、忍忍耐耐、顺顺服服地忍受着；要知到这是神泡制你的方法。世界喜欢铁血将军；神喜欢铁血圣徒。除了让我们受苦以外，没有别的方法可以把我们制成铁血圣徒；所以神只得忍痛让我们受苦。
亲爱的，你觉得一生最好的年日在沙漠生活中虚渡了么？你是不是正被反对、误会、侮蔑…等围困呢？振起精神来，你现在所花的时间并不是虚度的；神叫你经过铁的训练。荣耀的金冠冕之前，必有苦难的铁冠冕。——选
The shackles hurt his feet; his neck was placed in an iron collar, —Ps 105:18
Turn that about and render it in our language, and it reads thus, “Iron entered his soul.” Is there not a truth in this? That sorrow and privation, the yoke borne in the youth, the soul’s enforced restraint, are all conducive to an iron tenacity and strength of purpose, and endurance or fortitude, which are the indispensable foundation and framework of a noble character.
Do not flinch from suffering; bear it silently, patiently, resignedly; and be sure that it is God’s way of infusing iron into your spiritual life. The world wants iron dukes, iron battalions, iron sinews, and thews of steel. God wants iron saints; and since there is no way of imparting iron to the moral nature but by letting people suffer, He lets them suffer.
Are the best years of your life slipping away in enforced monotony? Are you beset by opposition, misunderstanding, and scorn, as the thick undergrowth besets the passage of the woodsman pioneer? Then take heart; the time is not wasted; God is only putting you through the iron regimen. The iron crown of suffering precedes the golden crown of glory. And iron is entering into your soul to make it strong and brave.
—F. B. Meyer
“But you will not mind the roughness nor the steepness of the way,
Nor the chill, unrested morning, nor the searness of the day;
And you will not take a turning to the left or the right,
But go straight ahead, nor tremble at the coming of the night,
For the road leads home.”
我们的悲哀、困难、铁轭、束缚，好似一个铁圈，把我们紧紧围住。它们替我们造出力量来、忍耐来、刚毅来。
信徒啊，不要逃避苦难；安安静静、忍忍耐耐、顺顺服服地忍受着；要知到这是神泡制你的方法。世界喜欢铁血将军；神喜欢铁血圣徒。除了让我们受苦以外，没有别的方法可以把我们制成铁血圣徒；所以神只得忍痛让我们受苦。
亲爱的，你觉得一生最好的年日在沙漠生活中虚渡了么？你是不是正被反对、误会、侮蔑…等围困呢？振起精神来，你现在所花的时间并不是虚度的；神叫你经过铁的训练。荣耀的金冠冕之前，必有苦难的铁冠冕。——选
The shackles hurt his feet; his neck was placed in an iron collar, —Ps 105:18
Turn that about and render it in our language, and it reads thus, “Iron entered his soul.” Is there not a truth in this? That sorrow and privation, the yoke borne in the youth, the soul’s enforced restraint, are all conducive to an iron tenacity and strength of purpose, and endurance or fortitude, which are the indispensable foundation and framework of a noble character.
Do not flinch from suffering; bear it silently, patiently, resignedly; and be sure that it is God’s way of infusing iron into your spiritual life. The world wants iron dukes, iron battalions, iron sinews, and thews of steel. God wants iron saints; and since there is no way of imparting iron to the moral nature but by letting people suffer, He lets them suffer.
Are the best years of your life slipping away in enforced monotony? Are you beset by opposition, misunderstanding, and scorn, as the thick undergrowth besets the passage of the woodsman pioneer? Then take heart; the time is not wasted; God is only putting you through the iron regimen. The iron crown of suffering precedes the golden crown of glory. And iron is entering into your soul to make it strong and brave.
—F. B. Meyer
“But you will not mind the roughness nor the steepness of the way,
Nor the chill, unrested morning, nor the searness of the day;
And you will not take a turning to the left or the right,
But go straight ahead, nor tremble at the coming of the night,
For the road leads home.”