"He read the Psalm as an actor would read a drama with gestures and proper emphasis... when he finished there was more applause. Then the actor, calling for silence, said, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is an elderly man sitting on the front row with whom I am acquainted. I am going to ask him, without notice, to come to the stage and really read the 23rd Psalm.
"The old man, of course was frightened, but he made his way to the stage, and looking out over that sea of faces was almost panic-stricken until he closed his eyes, folded his hands, and prayerfully said:
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
"He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
"When the old man sat down, there was impressive silence, there was no applause, but there was not a dry eye in the house. The actor, wiping his own eyes, stepped forward and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I know the words of the 23rd Psalm, but this man knows the Shepherd."
(Hugh B. Brown, Continuing the Quest, pp. 335-336)