If God should always rock us in the cradle of prosperity; if we were always dandled on the knees of fortune; if we didn’t have some stain on the alabaster pillar; if there weren’t a few clouds in the sky; if we didn’t have some bitter drops in the wine of this life, we should become intoxicated with pleasure, we should dream “we stand;” and stand we should, but it would be upon a pinnacle. Every moment of our lives is in just as much danger as a person asleep upon the mast… Continued worldly prosperity is a fiery trial.