Maybe you guys could read the purpose of this forum and educate us how this topic fits here.
With apologies to William Cowper:
Mods move in a mysterious way, their wonders to perform.
They plant their footsteps in the sea and ride upon the storm
You fearful saints fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break in blessings on your head
With deepest wisdom, highest love, and never failing skill,
Mods mastermind their bright designs and work their sovereign will
Their purposes will ripen fast, unfolding ever hour
The bud may have a bitter taste but sweet will be the flower
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His works in vain
A Mod is His own interpreter and He will make it plain
Judge not the Mod by feeble sense but trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face
His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain;
A Mod is His own interpreter, and He will make it plain.
Amen.