I KNOW WHO HOLDS TOMORROW
A few days before I left home to prepare for the ministry my gray-haired pastor, Rev. Temple, told me this story. I have told it many, many times since, especially in connection with the song, “I Know Who Holds Tomorrow.” “When my son was small, we often walked together out through the fields and neighboring pasture behind the parsonage. At first the little fellow would hold onto my little finger, but he found that when he stepped into a hoof-print or stumbled over something, his grip would fail and down he’d go in the dust or snow. Not giving it much thought, (my mind on other matters), I’d stop and he’d get up, brush himself off and grab my little finger again, gripping a little harder this time. Needless to say, this occurred frequently until one day as he was brushing himself off, he looked at me and said, ‘Daddy?’ I replied, ‘Yes, son, what is it?’ He said,…
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