A Fiery Sermon

A professing man, who previously had been attending meetings regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the Elder of the church decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening. He found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for his friend's visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited. The Elder 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, he 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 Elder 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 he 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 shall be back in meeting 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 and actions speak louder than words. Satan desires to destroy God's way of life in his people, so the flame must be kept burning.

Author Unknown