Emphasis Preaching Journal
It was a bitterly cold...
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It was a bitterly cold morning just before Christmas. I was paying my way through graduate school by selling menswear at a downtown department store. That day, I had to be on the floor at 7:00 A.M. to restock the shelves with shirts before the hordes of gift-buyers burst in upon us. 7:00 A.M. in December is a dark time in a northern city such as ours. The wind swirled around the office buildings as I got off the bus, whipping the snow into drifts, and driving it like needles into my face. I sprinted madly for the staff entrance, wondering what madness had taken me out of my warm bed.