1916

The young fellows I am trying to teach in Sunday school don’t listen to me attentively. I don’t think I am getting very close to where they live. Or perhaps I just haven’t learned how to put my message across. I am constantly interrupted in my talk by the necessity of calling someone to order. It is a good thing that I have a class like that. I’ll venture that my sermons aren’t getting any nearer to the people, but the little group of adults I am speaking to in the morning service are naturally more patient or at least more polite than these honest youngsters, and so I have less chance to find out from them how futile I am. But that doesn’t solve the problem of how to reach those fellows.