A little boy was converted and he was full of praise. When God converts someone, that person's heart is full of joy and can't help praising. Well, the boy's father was a professed Christian, and his son wondered why he didn't talk about Christ, and didn't go down to the special meetings.
One clay, as the father was reading the papers, the boy came to him and put his hand on his shoulder and said: 'Why don't you praise God? Why don't you sing about Christ? Why don't you go down to these meetings that are being held?"
The father looked at him and said, gruffly: "I am not carried away with any of these doctrines. I am established."
A few days later, they were getting out a load of wood and put it on the cart. They climbed on top of the wood and tried to get the horse to go. The whip was cracked, but the animal refused to budge. They tried to roll the wagon along, but without success.
"I wonder what's the matter?" said the father. "He's established," replied the boy.
You may laugh at that, but this is the way with a good many Christians.