sermon

The Padre in Clarendon Street Church spoke quietly from the pulpit.
He remembered working as a missionary in Nigeria.
He recalled meeting a young African who had never seen the sea.
He told us how he had driven that African to the sea shore.
The waves were pounding against the rocks.
It was a splendidly stormy scene.
And the young African got out of the car and began jumping up and down.
"What is it?" said the priest.
"Only God could make this," cried the African joyfully.