But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. — Matthew 6:6
Another great National Day of Prayer has just wrapped up, and I know that I feel myself lifted up on the wings of angels as the prayers from all over the nation sweep through our hearts and take our messages straight to Jesus.
Like the rest of you, I spent the morning in full-prostration prayer in a city park, with fireants crawling up my pant-legs and the spirit of God crawling through my soul, and I was blessed for the service I did in the name of the Lord and I know that my efforts will help save this nation from its degenerate spiral into Godlessness.
It all started last night when I took the kids down to the community center for a Freedom Youth Rally, where they met up with their friends and planned how they would bring the National Day of Prayer to their classmates at school the next day. We all went to dinner at Chick-fil-A, where the manager led a group prayer with his workers in English and Spanish. After dinner we headed home and worked on letters to our chosen leaders using the inspiring materials in our Adopt A Leader($6.95) packets. I put extra work into my letter for Councilwoman Stanway and the unbaptised mixed-race love child she aborted when she was in college. The courts have prohibited me from seeing her in person or calling her, but they do let me send one letter a month to her office, so I always make it a good one, full of God's thoughts on her sin-filled life.
Before we went to bed, it was time for South Park, so we turned off the TV and spent 10 minutes praying for Matt Stone and Trey Parker to go back to the secularist paradise of Canada. Then, after our nightly family reading of the Lausanne Covenant we rushed off to bed, because we had a busy day ahead of us.