Emphasis Preaching Journal
The phone rang. It was...
Illustration
The phone rang. It was Karen, one of the most committed members in our congregation. "Can I come and talk with you?" Karen asked. "Of course," I replied.
Karen arrived on time. She sat down on the edge of a chair. Her foot tapped a staccato beat on the floor. Her hands were clasped so tightly that I was afraid she was going to bruise herself. Obviously Karen had something important to say.
Karen arrived on time. She sat down on the edge of a chair. Her foot tapped a staccato beat on the floor. Her hands were clasped so tightly that I was afraid she was going to bruise herself. Obviously Karen had something important to say.
