Emphasis Preaching Journal

A little boy sat on the examining table of the doctor's office. He felt chilled so his mother wrapped her cape around his shoulder as she sat in the corner reading magazines.

David was seven and had been in this office before. The smell of alcohol brought back all his fears of the injections he had been given. He just hated getting shots, and therefore he hated the doctor, too.

"Is Dr. Miller going to give me a shot today?"

"Probably," said his mother. "It didn't hurt last year when you got a shot, did it?"