There's something about praying with the smell of magnolias and the buzz of mosquitoes that makes summer such a prayerful time. Remember sweating in the old churches before air conditioning and even today at a funeral out in a country cemetary next to the old church...man that's praying, or what the sisters in their heavy habits used to call "offering it up."
I guess that's why some have the revivals in the summer... if you ain't sweating... you ain't feeling the Lord.
God Bless.
7/24/2008
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