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Dare To Enter God’s Presence–Part 3

Mamas and Grandmas are death on dirt, often to the point of putting little boys in danger.

When I was little, I went to church with Mamaw and Grandad Deloney. I’d take a bath and put on clean clothes.

But, in the car on the way to church, Mamaw would ask the question that makes every little boy tremble, “David, did you wash behind your ears?”

“Yes, mamaw.” She wouldn’t take my word for it though, and she would investigate. She always found something.

Note to mothers and grandmothers: little boys are very sensitive behind their ears and if you rub too hard you risk killing them.

I don’t think Mamaw was worrying about germs. I think she was afraid the other ladies at church would look behind my ears and say, “Would you look at that? What kind of Grandmother brings her grandson to church with all that dirt behind his ears?” She probably had a problem with pride.

I was very humble. I could care less as long as she left my ears alone.

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Dare To Enter God’s Presence

The best part of knowing God, for me, is being with Him, enjoying His presence. Lots of us know frustration as we desire to get into His presence, but it seems there is a blockage somewhere. 

How do you get into His presence?

I hear the gears in some of your heads grumbling. “He’s gonna say, ‘Pray more.’”

How many books have you read about prayer? How many magazine articles made you feel guilty? How many times has the pastor stood behind the pulpit, pointed his long preaching finger until it stopped just in front of your nose, and said, “You ought to pray more!”

And you thought, “Yes, I need to pray more. Three minutes and thirteen seconds per day doesn’t get it.” So New Year’s eve you purpose, “I’m going to pray one hour every day.”

The next day you go to your bedroom, kneel down, wrap a shawl around your shoulders (so you’ll look like Elijah the prophet) and you pray one hour three minutes and thirteen seconds.

It’s true that the last 30 minutes you checked your watch every 45 seconds and the last part of your prayer sounded like a countdown to a moon blast, “Ten seconds, nine, eight … one… yes!

One hour, three minutes and thirteen seconds. “Wow! Move over apostle Paul. More spiritual than me, you won’t find.”

Next day you were busy so it was only thirty-three minutes and thirteen seconds. The day after you forgot and the day after that you were watching a series on Netflix that cost you three hours. That day your prayer was thirty-three seconds. Continue reading