I recently heard a story about Martyn Lloyd-Jones, one of the greatest preachers of the twentieth century. Before he went into the ministry, he was a promising young doctor at one of the best hospitals in London. One day, another doctor from the hospital came to his door, requesting to sit by his fire. This doctor had recently lost a woman he’d cared about to a sudden illness. This man sat in front of Lloyd-Jones’ fire for two hours, not saying a word. For all his prominence in medicine and soci...