When the thought took possession of my mind that God delighted in the torture of His creatures, who were formed in His image, a wall of darkness seemed to separate me from Him. When I reflected that the Creator of the universe would plunge the wicked into hell, there to burn through the ceaseless rounds of eternity, my heart sank with fear, and I despaired that so cruel and tyrannical a being would ever condescend to save me from the doom of sin. {LS 31.1}

Men når tanken tog fat i mit sind, at Gud frydede sig over sine skabningers pine, som var dannet i hans billede, synes en mur af mørke at adskille mig fra ham. Når jeg tænkte på at universets Skaber ville frastøde de onde til helvede, for der at brænde i evighed, at uophørligt op, sank mit hjerte med frygt og jeg tvivlede at et så grusomt og tyrannisk et væsen altid ville nedlade sig til at rede mig fra syndens undergang.