Charles Haddon Spurgeon

If a farmer knew that a bad year was coming he would perhaps only sow an acre or two; but if some prophet could tell him, ‘Farmer, there will be such a harvest next year as there never was,’ he would say, ‘I will plough up my grass lands, I will stub up those hedges: every inch of ground I will sow.’ So do you. There is a wondrous harvest coming. Plough up your headlands; root up your hedges; break up your fallow ground, and sow, even amongst the thorns. Ye know not which shall prosper, this or that; but ye may hope that they shall be alike good. Enlarged effort should always follow an increased hope of success.