Emphasis Preaching Journal

It seems like centuries ago; but it was really only three or four decades back that my father was preaching in country churches, and I was a young boy. On Sunday mornings we would drive "up in the country" to some small congregation: Mundel, Freetown, Pinhook, Tampico, New Union, Heltonville -- many places that hardly appear on the map (even of Indiana). We would arrive at the little white church. A big graveyard stretched behind the building, where the same names appeared as those who attended: Cummings, Humphries, Murphy.