... an entire Saturday night in the presence of this person. Would you listen to him pray? "I have walked in my integrity, I have trusted in the LORD without wavering… I walk in faithfulness to thee. I do not sit with false men, nor do I consort with dissemblers; I hate the company of evildoers, and I will not sit with the wicked. I wash my hands in innocence, and go about thy altar, Oh LORD, singing aloud a song of thanksgiving, and telling all thy wondrous deeds… as for me, I walk in my integrity; redeem ...
... figures, but not pretense and hypocrisy. Presidential press conferences are scrutinized not only for major policy shifts but also for flickers of insincerity passing across the President's face, for the subtle twitch of an eyelid that would reveal the hypocritical dissembling beneath the high-blown rhetoric of statesmanship. Several years ago, when a well-known television evangelist was caught flagrante delicto in a seedy, day-rate motel, it was not so much the deed itself that brought him low but the fact ...
... wherever that is. We are in the position of that group of scientists who took apart the famous wooden bridge over the Cam River in Cambridge. It had been built without nails centuries before their time, and they wanted to solve the mystery by dissembling it and then reassembling it piece by piece. But, after they had executed the first part of their plan, dismantling it completely, they discovered that they could not put it back together again. The bridge was put back together successfully, but they had to ...
... he hears the loud beating of the dead man’s heart coming from beneath the floorboards. Sure that the police can hear it but are torturing him in his lie, he begins to sweat and fret, with the sound increasing until he at last bursts out saying, “Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here! Here!” In the end he realizes it was his own nervous and guilty heart beating loudly in his chest that drove him to his confession. He could not hide from the all-seeing eye of God but ...
... believe, he can hear the beating of the dead man’s heart coming from beneath the floorboards. Certain that the police can hear it but are torturing him in his lie, he begins to sweat and fret. The sound increases until at last, he bursts out saying, “Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here! Here!” In the end, he realizes it was his own nervous and guilty heart beating loudly in his own chest that drove him to his confession. He could not hide from the all-seeing eye of ...