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Worldly wisdom has had its time, and enough time; it has done its all, and that was not enough; it has made the world worse than it was before it stepped on to it, and “now,” God says, “foolishness will overcome worldly wisdom; now ignorance, as you call it, will sweep away science; now (God says), humble, childlike faith will smash into dust all the colossal systems your hands have piled up.” He calls His warriors. Christ puts His trumpet to His mouth and up come the warriors, dressed in fisherman’s garb, with the dialect of the lake of Galilee—poor humble fishermen. Here are the warriors, O worldly wisdom, that are to confound you; these are the heroes who will overcome your proud philosophers; these men are to plant their standard on your ruined walls, and call them to fall forever; these men and their successors are to exalt a gospel in the world which you may laugh at as absurd, which you may sneer at as folly, but which will be exalted above the hills, and will be glorious even to the highest heavens.