The storms which heaped the seashore with wrecks did but blow my ships the sooner into port.

Strangest of all, I, so dependent upon others, fixed to a place like a dead thing, had never a loss by an agent--never.

The elements stooped to serve me, and all my servants, in fact, were faithful." "It is very strange," said Ben-Hur.
"So I said, and kept saying.

Finally, O my master, finally I came to be of your opinion--God was in it--and, like you, I asked, What can his purpose be?
Intelligence is never wasted; intelligence like God's never stirs except with design.

I have held the question in heart, lo! these many years, watching for an answer.