Years ago, there was a country preacher who had a new parishioner coming to church. He came for several months without missing, and then for 3 Sundays in a row, he never showed up. The preacher made a visit to his house and found him sitting in front of a roaring fire, pulled up a chair next to him, never said a word. He simply took one of the hot coals, put it off to the side of the fire on the brick. Very quickly it became black, and gray, and died. Just before he left, he picked the coal back up and put it in the fire, and it came back to life and roared with the rest of the coals. As he headed for the door, the parishioner said to him, “I’ll see you at church on Sunday.” A great sermon without ever saying a word.