As the Holy One upon the throne slowly turned the leaves of the ledger, and His eyes rested for a moment upon individuals, His glance seemed to burn into their very souls, and at the same moment every word and action of their lives passed before their minds as clearly as though traced before their vision in letters of fire. Trembling seized them and their faces turned pale {LS 242.1}

Medens den Hellige på tronen langsomt vendte bladene i dagbogen og hans øjne dvælede et øjeblik ved den enkelte, syntes hans blik at brænde sig ind i selve deres sjæl og i samme nu randt hvert ord og hver handling i deres liv dem lige så klart i sinde, som om det var skrevet med ildbogstaver for deres åsyn. Frygt greb dem og deres ansigter blegnede.