"Preach the Word,

To the man who prizes sanity, peacefulness, pure-mindedness, social standing, and longevity, I am a Necessity.

I am hung about with sweet memories: memories of brides - memories of mothers - memories of boys and girls - memories of the aged as they grope their ways down the shadows. I am endowed with the Living Well.

I live in the lives of the young and in the dreams of the old. I am the Teller of Truth.

I lift up the fallen, strengthen the weak, and help the distressed. I am the Keeper of the Cure.

I show mercy and bestow kindness. I give the gifts that gold cannot buy nor kings take away, given freely to all who ask. I am rich from my Creator.

Sometime, someday, some hour in the near future or far future, you will yearn for the touch of my friendly hand. I am the Local Church.

The story goes like this - A man once called a pastor to say he wanted to join the church. But he went on to explain that he did not want to worship every week, study the Bible, visit the sick, witness to non-Christians, or serve as a leader or teacher.

The pastor commended him for his desire to join, but told him the church he sought was located in another section of town. The man took the directions and hung up.

When he arrived at the church, the man came face to face with the logical result of his own apathetic attitude. There stood before him, an abandoned church building, dilapidated and ready for demolition.



Hmmmmmm........makes ya think, don't it!?!?! See ya Sunday at church!!