Emphasis Preaching Journal

More than four decades later, I have a vivid recollection of one night that I, as a teenager, arrived home well after curfew. My dad was an early-to-bed kind of guy, and I was pulling into our driveway several hours later than his preferred bedtime. Yet he had stayed up to keep vigil in order to make sure that I got home safely. (This was, of course, well before the days of cellphones, which make it much easier for us to keep in touch with our loved ones’ whereabouts.)