...The bow of [s]God's[/s] Lombardi's wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and strains the bow, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of [s]God,[/s] Vince and that of an angry [s]God,[/s] deceased legend without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with your blood. Thus all you that never passed under a great change of heart, by the mighty power of the Spirit of [s]God [/s] Green Bay upon your souls; all you that were never born again, and made new creatures, and raised from being dead in sin, to a state of new, and before altogether unexperienced light and life, are in the hands of an angry [s]God. [/s]Puker Nation However you may have reformed your life in many things, and may have had [s]religious [/s] green and gold affections, and may keep up a form of [s]religion [/s] respect for the 12 championships in your families and closets, and in the house of [s]God,[/s] Lambeau and all points emamnting from it ...It is nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction. However unconvinced you may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they see, that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.