A preacher said,
"Anyone with 'special needs' who wants to be prayed over, please come to the front by the altar."
With that, a Glasgow man got in line, and when it was his turn, the Preacher asked,
"Jimmy, what do you want me to pray about for you?"
"Preacher, I need you to pray for help with my hearing."
The preacher put one finger of one hand in Jim’s ear, placed his other hand on top of Jim’s head,
and then prayed and prayed and prayed. He prayed to the 'Almighty' for Jimmy,
and the whole congregation joined in with great enthusiasm.
After a few minutes, the preacher removed his hands, stood back and asked,
"Well Jimmy, how is your hearing now?"
"I don't know. It ain't 'til next Tuesday!"
I am a firm believer that the family who prays together stays together. I know its a corny saying, but it is true, so I encourage my children to pray before they go to bed, at mealtimes, and whenever there is a need.
Angelica however does not want to pray; I don’t what it is, but try as we will she refuses point blank to pray. My wife thought she might be possessed but I told her not to be silly, that this house was under the protection of the Almighty.
Then today, at Thanksgiving, with all the extended family gathered around, she astonishingly began to say grace: “Dear Lord, thank you for the food you give us, and the nice things you give us, and Lord, please provide clothes for the children in Africa, and all those naked ladies on Daddy’s computer.”