Spurgeon's Cigar

The old axiom is that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Poppycock! Such a phrase is a damning comment on the collective ability of those people who create book covers, if you ask me. While it may be occasionally so that a cover doesn’t accurately portray the contents of a book, as a general rule one need look no farther than the cover to judge the merit of its contents. For instance, I propose the following hypothesis with regard to books written by putative preachers: the more prominent the face of the preacher on the book, the less theologically sound. I offer Exhibit A: I can assure you (without oathing!) that only the softest most maleable clay is used in the Potter's House. Exhibit B: Osteen may be having his best life now with the dollars of sheep, but he leads them all astray. Exhibit C: Speaking of Joyce Meyer. My grandfather used to quip about women preachers, "They sound like a hen trying to crow." And if he ever heard Joyce Meyer get up to preach, he would h...