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A small town preacher rushed to the railroad station every day to watch the train go by.  Members of the congregation thought it a childish pastime and asked him to quit it.

“No, gentlemen,” he said firmly, “I preach your sermons, I teach a class and urge everyone to attend.  I bury your dead, I marry your young, I promote your charities, lead every drive you think of, visit the members, encourage the non-members, listen to your complaints.  I won’t give up seeing the train.  I love it.  It’s the only thing that passes through this town that I don’t have to push!”

Wish I’d Said That, Cleon Lyles, page 58