Emphasis Preaching Journal

A number of years ago I was a Girl Guide Captain. As custom demanded, we always held a Mother and Daughter Banquet to end the year. Most often these dinners were fairly routine, but one year we had a little bit of excitement. Dinner was finished and the mothers were talking while the girls ran noisily at the other end of the hall. Suddenly there was a loud bang, followed by a scream of pain! Instantaneously the room quieted. Almost before the cry had silenced the girl's mother jumped out of her chair, turned around to see exactly where her child was, and hurried to her side.