Yes, I think it fit, as long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up, by putting you in remembrance;

for when he received from God the Father honor and glory, a vice to this effect came to him from the magnificent glory, "This is my Son, the beloved, in whom I delight."

And many will follow their lewd practices, on account of whom, they way of truth will be evil spoken of.

And through covetousness, they will make merchandise of you, by fictitious tales: to whom the punishment threatened of old lingers not, and their destruction slumbers not.

These are wells without water, clouds driven by a tempest; for whom the blackness of darkness is reserved forever: