"Hear my cry O' God; attend to my prayer."

"Sweet Hour Of Prayer" was written by a blind English preacher, W.W. Walford, a man of obscure birth and no education, yet with sharp mind a a retentive memory. It is difficult to trace his actual history. Another Minister by the same name wrote book about prayer which contained much of the same phrasing as the poem of the other Minister. Jesus had asked Simon Peter in the Garden," Could you not watch with Me one Hour?"

Mystery. Who wrote this hymn? We do know William Bradbury composed the music and the Holy Spirit has used it often. I have always found it rather convicting since my own prayer life is much short of a sweet hour. There will be no prayer in Heaven,"Farewell,farewell sweet hour of prayer." This Sunday am and pm I will be addressing the subject of prayer. Harkening back to 1845, or the present day, we really need to return to genuine prayer. I am with the Pslamist "Hear my cry O' God; attend to my prayer." Ps.61:1 Br. Larry

The world is going to hell, the church is asleep, and the Great Commission is in remission.

85% are unevangelized in the poorest countries on earth. Muslims are the fastest growing religious group, largely as a result of high birth rate. There are over 1700 unreached people groups, meaning they do not have viable reproducing church. Most of these groups are over 10,000 which means the count of the unreached would be 2000. Two billion people have never heard the gospel of Jesus Christ. 95

% of the moneys churches raise are spent on themselves, only 5% will actually go to the mission field. 90% of full time Christian workers live in the already evangelized countries. What do all these percentages mean? Simple, the world is going to hell, the church is asleep, and the Great Commission is in remission. America is the new mission field with 190 million people lost or unchurched. The world is aflame and we all have a bucket. Let us go douse the fire of hell with the GOOD NEWS of JESUS CHRIST . Br. Larry

"O' Come All Ye Faithful", and worship.

It is 8:09 am, time to head to Church. Presently, there is a mother struggling to get children ready for Sun. School. A man looking for an excuse to stay home. A teenager sleeping in because they stayed up late last night. The disease of "Morbus Sabbiticus", is epidemic, or Sunday Sickness. The Christmas song might be sung each Sunday,"O' Come All Ye Faithful", and worship. I used to need a revolver held on me to go to Church because I had not prayed, read the word, or thought about God all week. So, I came with a critical spirit. I met the Lord and now, I cannot wait to get there. Br. Larry

The wind blows wherever it pleases.

I missed this for years! John 3:8"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. SO IT IS WITH EVERYONE BORN OF THE SPIRIT." That is the part I never grasp. True, the local weather man can tell you about Jet Streams and wind speeds but they cannot relate it to the born-again christian. The wind of the Spirit moves the believer as they are surrendered to Him in a place of Gods will. Who can predict where God will relocate you? God knows and that is exciting and adventurous. We are like the wind! Br. Larry

Don't live like a loser

"The God of peace will soon crush satan under your feet."Rom.16:20 Consider the fabric of these few closing words to the saints at Rome. It is a paradox that a God of peace is going to crush someone but peace deserves protection and Christians in Rome were under persecution. Don't miss this, God is stronger and more powerful, He does the crushing. Yet, it is under the feet of the believer, implying that satan was attacking them and they would be victorious walking over the enemy. For us, there is reassurance that our enemy is defeated and we too have won. So, don't live like a loser....you won! Br. Larry and a good day....

Just because

Grandma and Grandpa were sitting on the porch swing when she said,"Why don't you sit close to me like you used to?", so he scooted closer. "And why don't you put your arm around me like you used?"; so he put his arm around her genly. "Grandpa, why don't you nibble on my ear the way you used to?" With that he got up and started walking off, "Where are you going Grandpa?'
He replied,"I'm going to get my teeth!!!!!". Chew on that
The little country church ran out of grape juice for communion. They substituted persimmon juice. Unfortunatley all they could do after communion was whistle Amazing Grace and go home!!! Br L

IT WAS THE COW AND THE PIG!

A Jewish man, A Hindu man And an Attorney were traveling through a rural area taking one of those famous short cuts. The trio were working on an election for the lawyer. Suddenly the car sputtered and stopped. No gas. In the middle of nowhere they could not get a cell ph. signal. They saw a farm house and hiked in that direction. They knocked on the door. An old farmer came to the door. They asked

for gas. He had none. Could he take them to town. No, don't drive at night. However, he had one little bedroom with two tiny beds so someone would need to sleep in the barn. Deafening silence. Finally the Jewish man offered to go to the barn. The other men went to the bedroom. 30 minutes later a knock at the door. I cannot sleep in the barn, there are pigs, I will be defiled. So the Hindu man said he would go because that is what Ghandi would have him do. 30 minutes later, a knock at the door. I cannot stay in the barn either. There are cows. The Lawyer grabbed his pillow and headed for the barn complaining about their religious scruples. 30 minutes later there was a knock at the bedroom door.......IT WAS THE COW AND THE PIG! My apologies to all attorneys who read this...Br. Larry