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Date: 1 JULY 2019

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Post No. 6622

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“I ought not to be surprised by anything at my time of life, said a well known minister, but one of my flock did manage to take my breath away. I was preaching about the Father’s tender wisdom in caring for us all; illustrated by saying that the Father knows which of grows best in sunlight and which of us must have shade.

“You know you plant roses in the sunshine, I said, and heliotrope and geraniums; but if you want your fuchsias to grow they must be kept in a shady nook.”

After the sermon, which I hoped would be a comforting one, a woman came to me, her face glowing with pleasure that was evidently deep and true.

“Oh Dr,,,,,, I am so grateful for that sermon, she said, clasping my hand and shaking it warmly. My heart glowed for a moment, while I wondered what tender place in her heart and life I had touched. Only for a moment though.”

“Yes, she went on fervently, I never knew before what was the matter with my fuchsias”

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Doubting Thomas in the audience!

George Whitfield, the celebrated preacher, was on one occasion, describing a blind man s approach unknowingly to the edge of a precipice.

“Tap, tap, went his stick, feeling the way. Shuffle, shuffle, came his feet. Rods of distance dwindled to yards, yards dwindled to inches. The last full step took him to the edge; his stick reached into vacancy and slipped from his hand. He moved forward to retrieve it; he lifted one foot over vacancy”……….. — and the skeptical, licentious Lord Chesterfield, who was in the audience, leaped to his feet, crying out,
“My God! He is gone!”

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Oh, devil, pardon me, please!

The celebrated preacher, Rowland Hill, was greatly annoyed whenever any noise diverted the attention of his hearers from what he was saying. On one occasion, a few days before his death, he was preaching to a crowded congregation, and in the middle of his discourse observed a commotion in the gallery.

“What is the matter there, he exclaimed, The devil seems to have got amongst you!”

A plain, country-looking man started to his feet, and addressing Mr Hill in reply said,

“No sir—it aren’t the  devil as is doing it! It is a fat lady what is faint; and she is a very fat un, sir, as don’t seem likely to come to again in a hurry”.

Oh, that is it – is it? Observed Mr Hill, drawing his hand across his chin. Then I beg the lady’s pardon – and the devil’s too.”

Xxx subham xxx