"When I go down the valley of the shadow of death, and my feet touch the cold waters, I want something better than vague, high sounding words or the painted playthings and gilded trifles of man-made ceremonials. Give me no stone alters and would be confessors. Give me no surpliced priests or pretended sacrifice in my bedroom Put no man or form between me and Christ. Give me a real staff for my hand such as David had, and real meat and drink for my soul such as aged Paul felt within him, and feeling cried, "I am not ashamed" I must know distinctly whom I believe, what I believe, and why I believe, and in what manner I believe. Nothing, nothing will answer theses questions satisfactorily but thorough, downright evangelical religion. Let us make sure that this religion is our own."
Bishop J.C. Ryle