From C. H. Spurgeon's message, The Sinner's Refuge.
"A member of my church said to me lately, 'I heard such a one preach; a sound doctrine man he is called. I heard him preach for nine years, attending the theater all the time. I could curse, I could swear, I could sin, and I never heard a warning from that man's lips the whole nine years.' Ah! my God, my God, let this world hiss me; let me wear the coat that sparkleth, and the cap that garnisheth a fool. Let earth condemn me, and let the fools of the universe spurn me; but free me from the blood of my hearers."
May God always give his ministers courage to, "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, . . . ." May the unpleasant and lonely task of being a watchman be rewarded with the joy of seeing men flee to Christ for deliverance!