I once led a man to Christ who loved the sunny country of common sense, but he could not put up with the mysteries of godliness. He kept shoving common sense at me, while I kept trying to show him that the mysteries held the meaning of faith.
One day he said, "Pastor, you know this new eternal life I have–well, I've been thinking about it. What are we going to do all day long for eternity?"
"We'll praise the Lord," I said.
"Forever–for ten million years!–we're going to stand around and praise the Lord?"
