At one time there were in America a unique kind of citizens. They were the kind of people who made quilts by hand and also did embroidery, stitchery, crochet and knitting by hand, doll making, and almost any kind of arts and crafts at home. Sometimes they sold these art works but most of the time they just gave them away, usually to a family member or friend who needed the item or who had a child who needed it.
The other notable feature of these people was their spiritual life. Activities at home where connected to activities at church. Church attendance on Sunday mornings was not a doubtful item. Everybody went. In church they would sing songs, study the Bible, plan group events and apply themselves to bringing loners and losers into the church for revitalizing. They did this because they thought their Heavenly Father wanted them to do this. Sick people in need were not viewed as the cause of the economic problems of the world. They were an opportunity to justly serve God.
You don’t see these kinds of people much any more. At least I don’t. They were mostly citizens of small towns or small neighborhoods with discernible boarders within the city. Or they were defined by the geographic reach of the neighborhood church. So what am I getting at here?
Not much of anything, except to notice they seem to have vanished. But still, now and then, a request from someone with a concern for prayer comes my way. It stirs an old long asleep memory in me of some strange kind. Sure, I’ll pray for you. Here is what it sounded like many years ago in the wee hours of my child hood.