My friend Barry, who pastors a church in Texas, recently concluded a blog post with this piercing paragraph . . .
So, with Spurgeon I plead with my church family: Brethren, pray for me. You deserve a passionate tour guide, who doesn’t simply point out the Living Water to you. But, with the Living Water dribbling down his chin, he grabs your hand and races with you to the well for more. And once there, he climbs in first that you can follow him to where the Water tastes the sweetest.
Sheesh. Amen.
