Emphasis Preaching Journal

As a child I was fascinated by the visitors who ate on our back porch. On many occasions I would see a strange man, sitting on a chair, with a small tray in front of him, eating his lunch or dinner. If my father was home, the visitor was invited to eat at our kitchen table. While he ate, our visitor and my father would talk. I remember how interested my father was in the visitor and what the visitor had to say. After they had eaten, my mother would pack another lunch and put it in a paper bag. Then the visitor would leave and we would never see him again.