A minister often thinks he is most effective for God in the pulpit on that Sunday morning when he is preaching an eloquent sermon after hours of preparation. But between the nine and eleven o'clock services when he is in the process of going from one service to another--trying to relax a moment--someone urgently grabs his arm and says, "The superintendent of the children's department didn't come this morning!" ...

He goes in and shares informally something ... never knowing as he rushes out to the next service that the mind of a little visitor on the back row was struck by his impromptu words, and offered itself to God. Perhaps a great Christian life has been conceived--and the minister never knows.