For many years the pastor of a church had the reputation for his outstanding sermons which were not only inspirational, but unusually short.
When asked about his unusual awareness of time, he told this story:
"One Sunday I was delivering a sermon to my first congregation, and I became aware by the sound of my own words that I didn't realize how restless people were becoming, until a small boy, who had been squirming and fidgeting in the front pew, caught my attention.
I saw him tug at his mother's sleeve, and then, with a voice that could be heard throughout the church, he said in anguish, "Mommy, are you sure this is the only way to get to heaven?"
When asked about his unusual awareness of time, he told this story:
"One Sunday I was delivering a sermon to my first congregation, and I became aware by the sound of my own words that I didn't realize how restless people were becoming, until a small boy, who had been squirming and fidgeting in the front pew, caught my attention.
I saw him tug at his mother's sleeve, and then, with a voice that could be heard throughout the church, he said in anguish, "Mommy, are you sure this is the only way to get to heaven?"