Emphasis Preaching Journal

Thurber Cornell and his son-in-law Tom Sharp once took me deer hunting. We drove up to Rose City, Michigan, checked into that old hotel, ate our supper and settled in. There were at least 50 other hunters in that hotel, and all of us were waiting for the morning. It was yet dark when we got up, had a quick breakfast, and in our car headed for the woods and the deer runs. It was exhilarating, in that cold forest, watching the sun come up and aim its brightness down upon the snow. We separated, of course, so each of us could find our own point of vantage.