When Legion, the once wild Gadarene, arrives, it is like a city of the dead. But his daughter, looking out of the window, says to her mother, "It is Father! But he has his clothes on, and his face is not covered with blood, and there are no broken fetters on his arms and legs. Instead of leaping over the ditches and the dykes, he is coming down the pathway." The mother looks, too, and when Legion arrives before his home the mother and the children open the door and rush out and greet their father. Quickly the word is passed up the street, and one by one the doors and windows open and the people gather about Legion as he stands there in front of his house in the midst of his family, clothed and in his right mind. They listen to him as, ordained by the Son of God himself, he tells them the old, old story—of redeeming love, what great things Christ had done for him, and how he had compassion upon him.
Memory paints vivid pictures on the tablets of the mind. Here is one of them: Four boys on a camping expedition—up one river and then another. Supper by the campfire in a lonely ravine. At midnight a terrific thunderstorm. The boys take refuge from the storm in the haymow of a farmer's barn. Lying on the hay, safe now from the pouring rain, they hear—when the thunder is not speaking—loud, wild cries of a human voice. All through the night they hear that terrible shouting. In morning, when they come down from the haymow, they learn the reason. The farmer's father is insane, a maniac; and he is locked up, like a dangerous bull or other animal, in one of the outbuildings of the farm. Still the cries of that man echo in the memory of one of those boys. . . . There were two storms that night: the storm of nature, the thunderstorm; and the storm of human nature, the storm of insanity in that poor man's mind and body.
Likewise there are two storms in the great story of Jesus' interview with a man who wore chains. First of all, the storm at sea, when Jesus and the disciples were crossing over and they awakened him, thinking they were going to perish. And Jesus rebuked the wind and said to the sea, "Peace, be still." Then, after that storm and the quelling of the tempest, came the storm in a man's soul, and the stilling of that tempest by the love and power of the Son of God