Do we begin again to commend ourselves? Or do we need (as some do) epistles of commendation to you, or from you?
You are our epistle, written in our hearts, which is known and read by all men:
Being manifested, that you are the epistle of Christ, ministered by us, and written: not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God: not in tables of stone but in the fleshly tables of the heart.
And such confidence we have, through Christ, towards God.
Not that we are sufficient to think any thing of ourselves, as of ourselves: but our sufficiency is from God.
Who also hath made us fit ministers of the new testament, not in the letter but in the spirit. For the letter killeth: but the spirit quickeneth.
Now if the ministration of death, engraven with letters upon stones, was glorious (so that the children of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses, for the glory of his countenance), which is made void:
How shall not the ministration of the spirit be rather in glory?