The Young Preacher

With these few frank and fatherly counsels I bid you Godspeed in your work — a work so glorious that an arch-angel might covet it, and yet it is intrusted to "earthen vessels." Preach the Word. Feed the flock. Win souls. An ordinary man may become extraordinary when the Spirit of the Almighty Son of God dwelleth in him. Carry the sacred fire in your bones, as old John Bunyan did when he warned his hearers to flee from the wrath to come, and to set their faces toward the Celestial City. Keep eternity in view. Let the light of the "great white throne" fall on your page when you study, and on your pulpit when you preach. You are a watchman who must give account for souls in the great day of judgment. There is no higher throne for any saint in heaven, and no more radiant crown, than is reserved for the faithful, fearless, unselfish, holy-hearted minister of the Lord Jesus Christ. He shall reign with his Lord and King; he shall shine as the stars for ever and ever.