Ross
Well-known member
While everyone has different opinions and beliefs, I think everyone can understand this message:
A member of the church, who previously had been attending services
regularly, stopped going. After two weeks, the
preacher decided to visit him. It was a chilly
evening.The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting
before a blazing fire.
Guessing the reason for his preachers visit, the man
welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the
fireplace and waited. The preacher made himself at
home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he
contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning
logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire
tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and
placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat
back in his chair, still Silent.
The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one
lone ember's' flame flickered and diminished, there
was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.
Soon it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting... The
preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to
leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember
and placed it back in the middle of the fire.
Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and
warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a
tear running down his cheek, ' Thank you so much
for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon.
We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too
little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the
best sermons are the ones left unspoken.
A member of the church, who previously had been attending services
regularly, stopped going. After two weeks, the
preacher decided to visit him. It was a chilly
evening.The preacher found the man at home alone, sitting
before a blazing fire.
Guessing the reason for his preachers visit, the man
welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the
fireplace and waited. The preacher made himself at
home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he
contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning
logs. After some minutes, the preacher took the fire
tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and
placed it to one side of the hearth all alone then he sat
back in his chair, still Silent.
The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one
lone ember's' flame flickered and diminished, there
was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.
Soon it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting... The
preacher glanced at his watch and realized it was time to
leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember
and placed it back in the middle of the fire.
Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and
warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the preacher reached the door to leave, his host said with a
tear running down his cheek, ' Thank you so much
for your visit and especially for the fiery sermon.
We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too
little. Consequently, few listen. Sometimes the
best sermons are the ones left unspoken.
