There are some people who seem to think they have a through
ticket on a vestibule train for heaven. Having paid their
pew-rent, taken a seat in the church for a pleasing Sunday
service, feeling no obligation to do anything to move the
church onward spiritually, they consider themselves at liberty
to find fault with the minister and the choir, just as the
critical complaining passenger, who, having paid for his ticket
and secured his berth, looks upon the train officers and all,
as bound to be simply subservient to his individual fancy and
pleasure. Is it not time that those who are divinely commended
to work out their own salvation with fear and trembling got rid
of the passenger notion of getting to heaven? (Text.)--_The
Living Church._
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