The path of life is all pain and tears, all thorns and nails. Crosses spring up everywhere, there’s stress and sorrow all around. Every step’s a Gethsemane, every hill’s a Golgotha, every moment a spear. If we could squeeze the earth like a sponge, it would drip blood and tears.
The path of life is the ascetic life.
Based on Elder Ephraim of Arizona
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