Emphasis Preaching Journal

I think I was closest to my father on the day he was angriest with me. I can't even remember now what it was I had done, some childish indiscretion which seemed large at the time but was long ago forgotten. Whatever the cause, his anger was explosive. I can still see his face in my mind. Almost as soon as the explosion was over he realized that he had gone too far. In an unusual display of emotion, for our family, he drew me close and anger was displaced by comfort.