The Preacher had just concluded a hot and scathing sermon on the sin of swearing. He had stated several times that he knew one of his hearers was guilty. When the sermon was over, the people filed out the door. First was a lady who was never suspected of using foul language. With a red and angry face she exclaimed “I’ll never darken this door again”. Before the astonished preacher could recover from this blast another said, “Brother , if I had known you were near this past week, I would have been more careful of my speech”. A third said, “I think you might at least have come to me privately about it rather than telling it to the whole church”. Then came the real culprit—the one at whom the preacher really directed his remarks. With a bland and innocent smile he grasped the hand of the preacher and said, “Brother, that’s what I call real preaching. You certainly did pour it on them today”.