Preaching on Phil 3:12-20 this Sunday.
For a lighter moment on 3:12 I thought we'd have a little limerick, inspired by the time when Spurgeon came across someone who claimed to have reached sinless perfection. When Spurgeon trod heavily on his foot his perfection dissolved!
There once was a man from Tangiers
Who said he’d not sinned in ten years.
So I poked his right eye
And his foul mouthed reply
Shows he’s worse than he sometimes appears
