A pastor assured his congregation he was their servant and that they should feel free to call him anytime they had a problem.
That night the pastor’s phone rang at 3 a.m. On the other end was a dear elderly lady who said, “Pastor, I can’t sleep.”
“I知 so sorry to hear that,” he comforted her.
“But what can I do about it?” the pastor said.
She sweetly replied, “Preach to me a while, pastor.”
Never knock on Death’s door; ring the doorbell and run (he hates that).