Man has assailed the Bible for ages. All who have undertaken the job have
found it the biggest one they ever tackled and have been compelled to go
to the mat and take the count. But the Bible has withstood the ravages of
time, and today it stands buttressed about with the demolished theories
of speculators like the lonely light-house on the distant island, the
sands about her covered with the bodies of seabirds that have battered
their lives out against her light windows. The conflicts of the ages have
swayed around this old book and the shores of time have been strewn with
broken and demolished theories while the old ship Zion speeds on her way
as strong as ever with the banner floating from her mast.