My Story #69
OUCH!
I do not know where this event took place, but it happened sometime back in the 1960s. We were at, I believe, a tent meeting somewhere, and each one of us in the Bluegrass Boys Quartet preached. One evening, it was Bro. Demas Brubacher's time to preach, and we were all listening to his message. He decided to emphasize a point, and he drew his hand into a fist and came down on the podium really hard to make the point loud and clear.
Little did he know that there was a small nail sticking up (sharp end up) on the podium. He stopped talking and slowly pulled his hand off the nail, and blood began to drip from his hand.
I may not remember the point he was making, but I certainly do remember that I will never forget how he made it.
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