A man once wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper saying: ‘I’ve gone to church for thirty years now, and in that time I’ve heard three thousand sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time and the ministers are wasting theirs.’
This provoked a flurry of letters that went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher: ‘I’ve been married for thirty years now. In that time my wife has cooked thirty two thousand meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one. But I do know this… They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. Without them, I’d be physically dead today. Likewise, if I hadn’t gone to church for nourishment, I’d be spiritually dead today!’ I think I agree with him.