Emphasis Preaching Journal

There once was a group of sailors stuck on board their ship in a tremendous calm. Around them, the sea was a sheet of glass. They had long since furled their sails, giving up on wind ever coming to them that day.

Then one of the sailors looked up at the top of the mast. The pennant, that had been hanging listless, was now fluttering gently. There was no hint of a breeze down on the deck or on the surface of the sea.

But up on the mast-top they could all see the signs of the wind.