Emphasis Preaching Journal

A minister, buffeted and weary of the world, after confessing that he was afraid he had not helped bring a single soul to Christ, died and was buried. It was a cold, dismal, rainy day. Only the undertaker, the gravediggers, the officiating minister, and one other man were present at the grave. When the benediction had been pronounced, the minister noted that the solitary attendant was in tears. He walked around the grave, and, taking the man by the hand, said to him, "Were you his relative?"

"No."

"A member of his congregation?"

"No."