Many years ago, I was in my office in the home in Memphis where we lived at the time. I was gathering my things prior to leaving for a speaking engagement. I was the guest speaker for a Week of Prayer, back in the days when Week of Prayer was a regular occurrence in the Seventh-day Adventist church.
Most churches used to have two Weeks of Prayer per year-a spring Week of Prayer and a Fall Week of Prayer. You would invite a guest speaker, and he would preach every night for a week.
I used to enjoy having them when I pastored churches and being invited to be a guest speaker for them. Back in those days, churches did not put their guest speakers in hotels as much as they do today. Doing a Week of Prayer meant spending a week with the host Pastor. I still have fond memories of those days; for example, literally collapsing on the floor in delirious laughter at 2:00 a.m. early one Sabbath morning. Dr. William T. Cox was my guest speaker; he is President of the Allegheny West Conference today. However, back then, we were two struggling young preachers, telling each other ministerial “war stories”.
We were both still young enough so that we could function the next day, which was Sabbath. Those were the days. Anyway…
I was leaving to go preach for a Week of Prayer. My daughter, who was about six years old then, wandered into my office. “Daddy,” she said. “What are you preaching tonight?” I gave her the name of the sermon. It was one I frequently used during Weeks of Prayer in those days-too frequently, apparently-because when I gave her the title of the sermon, […]