Emphasis Preaching Journal

Tim loved to rummage through the wastebaskets, against his mother's wishes. "It just creates more of a mess. No good can come out of it," she would say to him and hustle him off to another room. But Tim could see things that others could not. One day he found some paper that had been written on both sides. His mother had tossed them, since they were no good even for writing notes on the back side, like she would do with other scrap paper. Carefully, with the precision of an architect, Tim folded the paper this way, then that way.