I am your church. Make of me what you will. I reflect you as clearly as a mirror. If outwardly my appearance is pleasing and inviting, it is because you made me so. If within my
spiritual atmosphere is kindly, yet earnest; reverent, yet friendly; worshipful, yet sincere; sympathetic, yet strong; divine, yet humanly expressed; it is but the manifestation of the spirit of those who constitute my membership.

But if you should, by chance, find me a bit cold and dull, I beg of you not to condemn me, for I show forth the only kind of life I shall receive from you. I have no life or spirit apart from you.

Of this may you always be assured: I will respond instantly to your every wish practically expressed, for I am the reflected image of your own soul. Make of me what you will.

A young pastor of a little church complained to the “Prince of Preachers,” Charles H. Spurgeon, about the smallness of his church and its few members.

Spurgeon asked him, “How many members do you have?” “Fifty,” replied the young pastor. “Ah,” exclaimed Spurgeon, “that is more than you willwant to account for on the day of judgment.”