If You Are Not A Praying Person,

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

If My Life Is Fruitless, It Doesn't Matter Who Praises Me, And If My Life Is Fruitful, It Doesn't Matter Who Criticizes Me.

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.

The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.