There is never any final comfort in a lie. However closely we may have hugged a lie to our bosom, the moment we see it to be a lie, we should be wise to part with it. Those who take refuge in a lie are like those who take refuge in a flimsy storm shelter made of three-ply wood painted to look like stone. When they want the shelter most, it will let them down.

Weatherhead, Leslie D. (1999-02-01). The Will of God (p. 22). Abingdon Press. Kindle Edition.