For many years a prominent pastor had the reputation for his fine 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 so carried away with the sound of my own words that I didn't realize how restless the 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, in a voice that could be heard throughout the church, he shouted, '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 so carried away with the sound of my own words that I didn't realize how restless the 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, in a voice that could be heard throughout the church, he shouted, 'Mommy, are you sure this is the only way to get to heaven?'"