" We must ask them to lay their hands on their hearts and tell us whether their favorite opinions comfort them in the day of sickness, in the hour of death, by the bedside of dying parents, by the grave of a
beloved wife or child. We must ask them whether a vague earnestness, without definite doctrine, gives them peace at
seasons like these. We must challenge them to tell us whether they do not sometimes feel a gnawing "something "

― J.C. Ryle