At the time I was living in Vermont, we aleady had ample
snow on the ground; but the weather reports stated a blizzard was
heading in that evening. My delimna was that of a few
things. First I had promised a nun I would take her to hear this
really well known minister on a lecture on prayer at the Univ. of
Vt. Then I am not noted for my driving in any kind of weather and
my husband was none too pleased that I intended to honor my
Out the door I go, brrr it was windy and cold and that
snow was pelting away. I made it to the convent. When the
nun greeted me I said "sister, let's just hope my car will
start". We got in and guess......Right the battery was
Since the Univ. was only a few blocks away we descided we
would hoof it to the lecture.
The lecturer, who's name eludes me, was really
great. He spoke on how we pray all wrong. " We beg God, we
plead, we make promises, we bargin with Him. No, no, said the
lecturer, if you really want God's help tell Him. You heard me, tell
Say something like "Hey God, listen to me, I need
your help and I need it right now. Now if you really want me to do
such and such, then You are just going to have to help me, that's
Goodness, I never prayed in that manner, I was a begger,
pleader, promiser, the whole nine yards.
The nun and I walked back to my car. Now a battery
that is dead, simply does not start when the weather has gotton colder
and colder. I raised my head to the sky, got into the car and
said: Now listen God, I went to so much trouble to get to hear the
lecture on prayer from this man of cloth, that now You have to help
me!" I put the key into the ingnition and....
and......and...... to be continued!
love you all, B