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Post by Eli Brayley on Jul 16, 2011 10:21:04 GMT -7
'I will tell you a story. A barber, having amassed a comfortable independence, retired to his native place, where he became a preacher in a small chapel. Another person from the same village being similarly fortunate, settled there also, and attended the ministry of the barber. Wanting a new wig, he said to his pastor: "You might as well make it for me," to which he assented. The wig was sent home, badly made, but charged at nearly double the usual price. The good man said nothing; but when anything particularly profitable escaped the lips of the preacher, he observed to himself: "Excellent—but, oh! the wig." When the barber prayed with apparent unction, he also thought this should touch my heart, but, oh! the wig. Now, my dear young brethren, whenever you are placed, remember the wig!'
-- Rowland Hill
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