 In a big world, the small church has remained intimate. In a fast world, the small church has been steady. In an expensive world, the small church has remained plain. In a complex world, the small church has remained simple. In a rational world, the small church has kept feeling. In a mobile world, the small church has been an anchor. In an anonymous world, the small church calls us by name.
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Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.
Hebrews 10:25
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Old John was a man of God and loved his village chapel. One
day he was stopped by an acquaintance, who, by the way, was an
ardent angler. "I say, John," said the angler, "I have often
wondered what attraction there is up at the village chapel. You
go week after week to the same old chapel, see the same folks,
sing the same old hymns." "Wait a minute," interrupted John.
"You fish very often at the same spot, and in the same water, do
you not?" "Yes, that's true," agreed the other. John smiled, and
then exclaimed: "Well, you do not, for the water you fished in
yesterday has passed on to the sea; and every time I go up to
the chapel the Lord has something fresh for me."
--Sunday School
Times
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