Rev. William Huntington

     "Only those who heard William Huntington preach can have any idea of the greatness of his mind in spiritual things, or can ever feel what those felt who heard the glorious truths of the gospel from his own lips.  I shall never forget the impression I received under the first sermon I heard from him.  I could only weep and pray.  I felt an inexpressible awe.  His writings give but a faint idea of this truly wonderful and holy man. His power as a preacher was seldom equaled, never surpassed." - Rev. Samuel Adams

Perfect Freedom

    "Thus am I free.  If I look to the law, the handwriting is blotted out, and nailed to his cross.  If I look to the book of God's remembrance, the debt is cancelled, and God will remember my sins no more.  If I look to justice, that is satisfied, and God is just in forgiving me my sins, and in cleansing me from all unrighteousness; nor is he unrighteous to forget my works of faith and labours of love; nor will his justice forbid me the crown of righteousness when I have finished my warfare; no, the righteous Judge will give it me in that day.  If I look to Christ, I am complete in him; if I look to God the Father, it is he that justified me; and, if I look to my infirmities within, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me, for my soul hates evil.  My will is sanctified, 'I would do good.'  My mind is renewed; 'with the mind I myself serve the law of God.'  My affections are satisfied; I delight in the law of God after the inward man.  I will glory therefore in my infirmities, for they drive me from all confidence in the flesh, and make me cleave the closer to Christ and rejoice in him, they keep me humble, watchful, and grateful, to my Saviour for so great a salvation.  I have renounced all that I was and all that I had, and have received Christ as all in me and all to me.  I am a dead man in his death and in the law; and, as such, he took possession of me, and I live by him; yet not I, but Christ lives in me, shines out of me, speaks by me.  I fill up the measure of his suffering in my flesh, and his strength is made perfect in my weakness; his wisdom is displayed in my ignorance, his beauty in my deformity, and his matchless grace in my preservation and salvation, and in the salvation of all that believe on his name.  "For me to live is Christ (for he lives in me), and to die is gain," for Christ is the portion of my soul, and my all in all.  'He that is dead is freed from sin.' Amen."  -  Rev. William Huntington, (1745-1813)

A Marriage

"Marriage is a public declaration of a man and a woman that they have formed a secret alliance, with the intention to belong to, and to share with each other, a mystical estate; mystical exactly in the sense that the real experience cannot be communicated to others, nor explained even to oneself on rational grounds." - Katherine Ann Porter

... From A Journalist

   "In America there isn't any mainstream independent press.  If you tell the truth it will never appear in print.  The business of mainstream journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell their country and race for their daily bread.  We are intellectual prostitutes."  - John Swinton, A Senior Journalist For 'The New York Times' - 1953

The Misery

   "The Spring of the year was unusually cold; and the blasts of the northeast wind shook the large oriel window of his room, and made him shiver with cold as he crouched over the fire. A universal doubt shook every prop and pillar on which his moral Being had hitherto reposed. Something was continually whispering: 'What if all thy Religion, all thy aspiring hope, all thy trust in God, be a mere delusion? The more thou searchest into the mystery of thy Being, findest thou not that iron, relentless laws govern thee, and every impulse and thought of thee, no less than the dull stones beneath thy feet? What art thou more than a material arrangement, the elements of which might at any moment, by an accident, be dispersed, and thou, without any to care for or pity thee throughout the wide universe, sink into the universal night? Prate not any more of thy God and thy Providence; thou art here alone, placed at the mercy of impersonal and unbending laws, which, whether they preserve or crush thee, the universe with supremist indifference will roll onward on its way.'

   The misery of the incessant recurrence of such thoughts to a believing mind, he only who has experienced them can understand. They took away the charm from the human face, the glory from the sky, the beauty from the flowers: all these seemed to be the garlands round the victim's neck, designed to cheat it for a time into a little ease and forgetfulness of the cold, inexorable necessity that lay beneath."            - Thomas Arnold