It Just Doesn't Make Sense

I was recently given the following story.

A Church goer wrote to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.

"I've gone to church for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the preachers are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all." 

This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

"I've been married for 30 years now. in that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I can not recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!"

Hope to see you Sunday!