A member of the church, who previously had been attending
services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to
visit him.
It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home
alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his pastor's
visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace
and waited.
The pastor 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 pastor took the fire tongs, carefully picked up the
rightly 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
pastor 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 pastor 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. I will be back in church next Sunday.'
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.
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