One Sunday morning, a preacher delivered a beautiful sermon on Jesus’ love for little children. The next day, he caught a little boy in the act of pressing his foot into the Church’s spanking-new, still-wet sidewalk. He grabbed the lad by the arm, jerked him away from the freshly-paved concrete, gave him a severe tongue-lashing, and sent him home. Minutes later, he received an irate telephone call from the child’s mother. “My little boy just came home in tears,” she said angrily. “When I heard your sermon yesterday I thought you loved little children.” “Indeed I do love little children,” the preacher replied, “but I love them in the abstract, not the concrete.”
“If any man would come after…
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