First to the right, then to the left, the road was ever ascending but always twisting, and thus, by easy marches, we were able to reach the summit of the pass; a straight line would have been shorter for the eagle's wing, but no human foot could have followed it. Nobody called us inconsistent for thus facing about; we kept the road, and no one could complain. If we honestly desire to gain the heights of divine truth, we shall find many zigzags in the road: here our face will front divine sovereignty with all its lofty grandeur, anon we shall turn in the opposite direction, towards the frowning peaks of human responsibility. What matters it we appear to be inconsistent, so long as we keep to the high way of Scripture, which is our only safe road to knowledge Angels may, perhaps, be systematic divines; for men should be enough to follow the word of God, let its teaching wind as they may.