Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

Can you answer these questions?

I am going to be away from the computer until sometime in early August. In the meantime, see if you can answer these questions:

Why do 80-90% of those making a decision for Christ fall away from the faith?
What is the principle that Spurgeon, Wesley, Whitefield, etc., used to reach the lost?
Why has the Church neglected it?

Don't let anything stop you from listening to this incredible teaching. (This is NOT a sermon about Hell.)


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