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Mrs. Greer

Years ago, I stayed in the country lakeside home of Mrs. Greer while serving as an interim Sunday School growth consultant in a Florida church. I remember her prayers before bedtime. They were different than mine. Publicly, I prayed with poetry, prose, power, and pomp to move heaven and earth, also to impress. Mrs. Greer prayed humbly with confession of need, also with full dependence upon God to meet them. She messed me up for praying publicly, so I had to give it up.

Don Loy Whisnant/Journey Notes 8E03