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It has been almost three years to date, since my mother approached me about a Bible Study group. She indicated how it would be nice if she could have a Bible Study with some of her family members and friends, even though none of them were there in Augusta. I told her that was an easy fix, we could simply do a teleconferencing Bible Study every week…and hence the birth of our weekly Bible Study. The Bible study has evolved into an opportunity to have prayer sessions as well. Every third week is designated as a prayer session where we engage in collective prayer and ask to hear any prayer requests. Slowly, the requests began to grow. At first it was just generalized things like “prayer for me and my family.” Then it slowly became more personalized. In reading the Chapter “Learning to Pray” my prayer group came to mind. When we started we were a little apprehensive about exactly what to do. How do we begin? What will be the format, considering we were on the phone and not in person? The questions rampantly rang through my mind; but we gradually formed a routine that proved to be successful. We started out with just three and now we have grown to at least 15 people who faithfully call every Thursday. Much as Copenhaver’s college prayer group, these sessions are the highlight of many of our weeks.

This past Thursday was difficult for us. The atmosphere was very solemn because all of our hearts were still grieving. Last Saturday, as I celebrated my 38th birthday, I also had to say goodbye to a lifelong friend. Her death was very sudden and it was difficult for all of us as we each grieved in our own way. I thought it would be appropriate for us to designate our session on Thursday to prayer for comfort and healing. ...

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...lling to check on our elderly members? Is anyone calling to ensure no one is in need? Are we taking the church van into the community to provide water, wood, blankets, and nonperishable food? Unfortunately, each of my questions were answered with silence. For a moment I found myself saying” hello, hello”, because of the immense silence I heard from the other end of the receiver. I’m tired of getting spiritual crumbs from my church. After I spoke to him, I picked up the phone and went through the directory and called as many members as I could. I knew that my resources were limited, and as I asked “do you need anything?” I knew there was only so much I could do, considering my car was surrounded by snow and I barely had food and water for myself. I couldn’t provide much, but at least I was offering the whole slice of bread…and not just superficial crumbs.

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