No chaplet worn by a Roman conqueror in the hour of his brightest triumph, rivals the coronal that Pastor Paul sees flashing before his eyes.

It is a crown blazing with stars; every star an immortal soul plucked from the darkness of sin into the light and liberty of a child of God.

Poor, is he?
He is making many rich.

Despised is he?
He wouldn't change places with Caesar.

Homeless is he?
His citizenship is in heaven, where he will find myriads whom he can meet and say to them: "Ye, ye are my glory and joy." Sixteen centuries after Paul uttered these words, John Bunyan re-echoed them when he said: "I have counted as if I had goodly buildings in the places where my spiritual children were born.