How to get the world to beat a path to your door

He's old-fashioned.  Or maybe timeless.  He wrote about God's Post Office; today he might have referred to email, or IM or blogs.  From The Best of Vance Havner (out of print):

The post-office is not a source, it is only a medium.  It does not create potent messages, it only relays them from the creator to you.  You and I are human post-offices.  We are daily giving out messages of some sort to the world.  They do not come from us, but through us; we do not create, we convey.  And they come either from hell or heaven.

Men study how to make their lives more interesting.  Take a lesson from the post-office.  It is interesting, not because of itself, but because of what it passes on to men.  The world will make a beaten path to your door if you bring them news from heaven.  What letters go through the window of your life?  Letters of truth and hope, to cheer and console?  Or do you hand out dirty trash, worthless drivel, selfish commercial circulars, black-edged missives of misery?

How thrilling the plainest life can be when it becomes a function in God's great system and not a selfish enterprise.  The tiniest post-office can bear a letter that may wreck or bless a nation.  And the simplest life can relay blessings that may rock a continent toward God.

If your are a believer, you are God's postmaster in the little nook where you live.  Keep the office clean, but do not make that more important than delivering the messages.  Men will soon learn to gather at the window and will bring you, in return, letters of their own to pass on to others.

He's old-fashioned.  Or maybe timeless.  He wrote about God's Post Office; today he might have referred to email, or IM or blogs.  From The Best of Vance Havner (out of print):

The post-office is not a source, it is only a medium.  It does not create potent messages, it only relays them from the creator to you.  You and I are human post-offices.  We are daily giving out messages of some sort to the world.  They do not come from us, but through us; we do not create, we convey.  And they come either from hell or heaven.

Men study how to make their lives more interesting.  Take a lesson from the post-office.  It is interesting, not because of itself, but because of what it passes on to men.  The world will make a beaten path to your door if you bring them news from heaven.  What letters go through the window of your life?  Letters of truth and hope, to cheer and console?  Or do you hand out dirty trash, worthless drivel, selfish commercial circulars, black-edged missives of misery?

How thrilling the plainest life can be when it becomes a function in God's great system and not a selfish enterprise.  The tiniest post-office can bear a letter that may wreck or bless a nation.  And the simplest life can relay blessings that may rock a continent toward God.

If your are a believer, you are God's postmaster in the little nook where you live.  Keep the office clean, but do not make that more important than delivering the messages.  Men will soon learn to gather at the window and will bring you, in return, letters of their own to pass on to others.