A cold church is like cold butter–never spreads very well.
The modernistic preacher had been preaching for some years, & as the preacher got ready to leave for another pastorate, his congregation were out at the train bidding him a fond farewell, his little sheep out there–most of them stray sheep because he’d led them astray as an unbelieving, modernistic preacher.
The elder was bidding the preacher goodbye, the modernistic preacher that he’d been studying under for years, & he had a nice little package all wrapped up as a parting gift for the departing preacher. He handed it rather solemnly to the preacher & the preacher took it & eagerly started unwrapping it.
He said, “Oh my, my leading elder of my church all these years, you’re such a faithful student & listener! What kind of a gift could you have given me? It must be something very special!” And he unwrapped it, & you know what he found inside? He found nothing in the World but just the covers of the old Bible he’d been using, just the bare leather covers, nothing else, not a page! The preacher looked at it shocked & said, “What is this? What do you mean by this, elder?”
He said, “Well, preacher, you know when I sat in your sermons & Bible classes & so on, every time you said this was a myth & this was a legend & this was an allegory & this was just a tale, this was only a parable, this wasn’t for you, this was for the Gentiles, this was for the Jews, this was for the Apostles, this was for the past, this is for the future, this does not really mean what it says, this is just poetry–I tore it out! I figured if it wasn’t for me, why should I keep it? And I tore out everything related to it!
“Everything you said was a myth I tore out, I tore all the legends out, & all the things you said were allegories & parables, & if it was for the Jews I tore that out because I’m not a Jew. And I kept tearing everything out that you said wasn’t for today & it wasn’t for me, so I tore it out, & I tore out everything relating to it. By the time you got through, preacher, this was all I had left, & I thought you might just as well have these too, the covers, all the rest is gone, you destroyed it, & my faith in it–that’s all I’ve got left, just the covers.”–