There is a story -- I do not know its source -- of an old man and a young man on the same platform before a vast audience of people.
special program was being presented. As a part of the program each was to
repeat from memory the words of the Twenty-third Psalm. The young man, trained
in the best speech technique and drama, gave in the language of the ancient
silver-tongued orator the words of the Psalm.
Lord is my shepherd..." When he had finished, the audience clapped their
hands and cheered, asking him for an encore so that they might hear again his
the old gentleman, leaning on his cane, stepped to the front of the same
platform, and in feeble, shaking voice repeated the same words -- "The
Lord is my shepherd..."
when he was seated no sound came from the listeners. Folks seemed to pray. In
the silence the young man stood to make the following statement: "Friends,"
he said, "I wish to make an explanation. You asked me to come back and
repeat the Psalm, but you remained silent when my friend here was seated. The
difference? I shall tell you. I know the Psalm, but he knows the
-- Charles L. Allen
in The Twenty-Third Psalm