Job describes “an iron pen” with which words could be “engraved on a rock forever.” Few writers have such a pen.Even C. S. Lewis might well have been surprised that The Screwtape Letters has enjoyed such a long life.
When I was a new pastor I imagined that I was breaking new ground, doing things differently than older colleagues. Funerals, for example—folks liked it when funerals were called “celebrations of life” and involved lots of personal stories about the deceased. “Your service was so personal,” a friend of the widow might gush.
Years ago, the brilliant but cantankerous Baptist preacher Carlyle Marney was speaking to some students at a Christian college. When a student asked, "Dr. Marney, would you say a word or two about the resurrection of the dead?" Marney replied, "I will not discuss the resurrection with people like you: I don't discuss such things with anyone under 30. Look at you all: in the prime of life.
My wife and I were in the Atlanta airport this summer when she stopped
at a newsstand to pick up a magazine. On the cover of one, a well-known
TV preacher was touted as the pastor of a church, “America’s largest,”
that draws 45,000 people per weekend by offering help for life’s
questions and problems.