Emphasis Preaching Journal
A young man of my...
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A young man of my acquaintance used to make a point of standing on the front porch of his house when violent storms were blowing up. Others would retreat to safer places, but he would stand, the wind and rain teasing at his shirt and nostrils, seeming to enjoy it all immensely. I asked him once why he stood facing the storm when others were heading for dry quarters. His reply: "I love violent storms. In my view, they are God‚--ôs finest hour.
