I have been reading about preachers lately. It's been good.
I'll scatter some of the fruits in Writing Boots.
"I preached as never sure to preach again," wrote the 17th century English pastor Richard Baxter, "as a dying man to dying men."
And when he was near the end of his life, he wrote the communicator's last best hope: "It may be that some of the seed that I have sown shall spring up to some benefit of the dark unpeaceable world when I am dead."
And so it has, and so it may.