The Greatest Preacher

      The greatest preacher I ever heard is the wife of a pastor in New England. She is ordained, but she doesn’t like to preach, she prefers working in the Sunday school with the children. But in order to maintain her ordination, she is required to preach occasionally, which she does, usually at an evening service attended by a handful of people at their small, rural church.
      She is a petite, elegant looking woman, quite unassuming. She approaches the pulpit with her notes in hand and begins to read them, quietly. There is no great rolling oratory, just soft words, she sometimes hesitates, but the entire time she is talking about Jesus she cries. The tears flow automatically because she is feeling every word. Her husband told me this happens every time she ministers.
      I was in awe of her.

copyright 2007 by H.D. Shively