A man was converted some years ago, and he was just full of praise. He was living in the light all the time. He used to start everything he said in the meeting with a hearty cry of “Praise God!”
One night he came to the meeting with his finger all bound up. He had cut it, and cut it pretty bad, too. Well, I wondered how he would praise God for this, but he got up and said,
“I have cut my finger, but, praise God, I didn’t cut it off!”
If things go against you, just remember they might be a good deal worse.