Emphasis Preaching Journal

Two persons stepped briskly along the same city street in the early days of the Advent season. One saw only a blur of forms hurrying by, heard only dull, indistinguishable background sounds, felt nothing except an uncomfortable bite of cold on his face. The second person walked along the street at the same time, but caught a very different vision. This one saw bright young faces, rosy-cheeked from the chill, and older faces etched with the marvelous lines of the years.