A Quote by Luis Palau

The church is like manure. Pile it up, and it stinks up the neighborhood. Spread it out, and it enriches the world. — © Luis Palau
The church is like manure. Pile it up, and it stinks up the neighborhood. Spread it out, and it enriches the world.
Money is like manure. If you spread it around, it does a lot of good, but if you pile it up in one place, it stinks like hell.
Money is like manure. It stinks when you pile it; it grows when you spread it
Grief is like manure, if you spread it out it fertilizes, if you leave it in a big pile it smells like crap.
Christians are like manure: spread them out and they help everything grow better, but keep them in one big pile and they stink horribly.
I have no great desire to play a great role. You can't make quality on TV anyway. It's always a manure pile. You're on the top, or you're on the bottom, but it's still a manure pile, and I'm not sure the movie industry isn't like that, too.
Man takes a great deal of pains to heap up riches, and they are but like heaps of manure in the furrows of the field, good for nothing unless they be spread.
I just write stuff down and pile it up, and when I get enough stuff, I spread it out and look at it and figure out how to use it.
I think sometimes you get given a good pile of goodwill, and it's whether you use it up in the first six months or spread it out over a career.
I grew up playing war. We threw dirt and rocks at each other. We'd lead attacks. We'd break up into squads. It became a neighborhood thing for a while, our neighborhood against the other neighborhood. There was always a war breaking out somewhere.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
The church is like Noah's ark. It stinks, but if you get out of it, you'll drown.
And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Everybody should do in their lifetime, sometime, two things. One is to consider death...to observe skulls and skeletons and to wonder what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up-never. That is a most gloomy thing for contemplation; it's like manure. Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on, so the contemplation of death and the acceptance of death is very highly generative of creating life. You'll get wonderful things out of that.
Money is like manure. You have to spread it around or it smells.
The North American Church is at a critical juncture. The gospel of grace is being confused and compromised by silence, seduction, and outright subversion. The vitality of the faith is being jeopardized. The lying slogans of the fixers who carry religion like a sword of judgment pile up with impunity. Let ragamuffins everywhere gather as a confessing Church to cry out in protest. Revoke the licenses of religious leaders who falsify the idea of God. Sentence them to three years in solitude with the Bible as their only companion.
Money is like manure: if you don't spread it around, nothing grows.
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