January 9

Once, when I felt I had done an especially poor job in the pulpit on a Sunday morning, forgetting the best things I had to say and saying the poorest things, I was pretty discouraged. An old preacher, a polished orator in his day, patted me on the back. “Don't let it bother you, son,” he said consolingly. “Forget it. The congregation will, and you might as well make it unanimous.”