I tip my 40 to your memory.

No sooner had these syllables passed my lips, than—as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a floor of silver—I became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic and clangorous, yet apparently muffled reverberation.

Well, remarked Dobbie succinctly, that rather cooks his goose, doesn't it?

They simply believe that we are not called to manage decline but rather to oversee the expansion of the Kingdom of God through the local church. I like hanging out with such people, simply because they give me a much-needed faith-lift.