This is truth I tell you.

It has been frozen and starved into me, but it will be burned into you.

For your sins, the road between here and the Missouri River is a road between two lines of graves.

For your sins, from the little band I have just brought in, one hundred and fifty faithful ones fell asleep by the wayside, and their bodies went to be gnawed by the wolves.

How long shall others die for you?
Forever, think you?
No! Your last day is come.
Repent, confess your sins in all haste, be buried again in the waters of baptism, then cast out the Gentile, and throw off his yoke,--and thereafter walk in trembling all your days,--for your wickedness has been great." Such was the opening gun in what became known as the "reformation." The conditions had been ripe for it, and in that very moment a fever of repentance spread through the two thousand people who had cowered under his words.