Comments on: Old School

By: Malina

Malina — Tue, 11 May 2010 21:27:06 +0000

My grandma, Nancy Mahan, when she prayed you could hear the power in her voice…it was almost as if she was overtaken by the holy spirit while she was praying. When we woke up in the mornings after staying the night with her we would run into the living room and she was nelt at one of the living room chairs praying for each one of her family members by name (and believe me there was a lot…she had 7 kids and who knows how many grandkids at this time) plus everyone in her church and especially the lost (she would weep for the lost while she was praying), she did not rush her prayers she prayed until she could not think of anyone else to pray for, it was her favorite thing to do, sometimes her prayers would go on for over an hour…. I know she did this at least twice a day! Then on to the 2nd order of business which was reading the Bible…we loved to just sit and listen to her read, just something about it! She always put other people before herself and was always helping someone. When I say I want to be like Jesus I know my grandma’s life resembled what Jesus would like us to be…She left me a wonderful example! I pray I will leave a legacy like that…I better get it in gear if I’m going to leave this type of legacy cause I am falling extremely short!

By: Charity

Charity — Tue, 11 May 2010 18:20:22 +0000

I have been a Christian for a long time. I have studied the bible for a long time. And I have seen God move so many times in my own life it would be impossible to count. And yet, I find myself yearning for the faith of a child.
I see that ‘vintage’ faith best in a child. One that until this past year not I nor anyone else could understand well enough to have anything close to a conversation with. He not only speaks well enough now that he can be understood well most of the time, but he speaks with authority about God. His prayers at dinner bring smiles and sometimes even tears. The sincerity in his talks with God often leave those who hear them awestruck. After I finish reading to him out of his bible at night his follow up questions are, at times, so thought provoking, I finish tucking him in and go grab my own to study out what it was he asked or commented on. God isn’t some pie in the sky being to him. He’s his friend. He’s his comforter. And he’s his healer. And there is nothing God can’t do. Period. He’s six years old!! And a conversation with him stirs up my own hunger for God, encourages me and brings peace – all at the same time. I’m honored to say that he’s my son. But, most importantly, I believe God is honored to call him his!