JOY IN RELIGION
Let there by joy in religion. Too often it has had a dour countenance. Some men went to pick up the visiting minister, whom they had never met, from the station. Going up to one man getting off the train, they asked him if he was the guest minister. “No,” he told them. “It’s my ulcer that makes me look like this.”
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