The Power of Prayer

I read a story recently about a lady who had a terrible morning. She had just put a pie in the oven when she received a phone call from the school that her son was very sick and needed to come home. She thought she would have time to pick him up and get back for the pie, so she got in the car to leave. On the way to the school, her cell phone went off—it was the school nurse. Her son was getting worse, so the nurse called the family doctor and the woman needed to immediately go to get a prescription for her son. She quickly changed course and ran into the drug store. She hurried back to the car only to discover that she had locked her car keys inside. Just then the phone rang again. Her son sounded terrible. Before he could finish his first sentence to her he said, “I’m going to be sick again.” And the phone went dead.

She walked back toward the drug store hoping to get some help when the phone rang—it was her son calling back. She quickly told him about the keys when he suggested getting a wire coat hanger to get the keys. The phone went dead again. She looked inside the drug store which had plenty of wooden and plastic hangers, but nothing made out of wire. She walked out of the store and saw along the curb a wire coat hanger! She was overjoyed, but quickly realized that she had no idea how to use it. That was when she remembered the pie in the oven. She sat down on a bench and prayed, “Lord, my boy is sick and needs his medicine and my pie is burning and my keys are locked in the car, and Lord, I don’t know what to do with this coat hanger. Please send me someone who knows how to use this thing.”

She wiped her eyes, got up from the bench when a beat up old car pulled up. A young man with stringy hair tattered clothes and a long unkempt beard got out. The woman walked tight up to him and said, “Do you know how to use this wire to unlock a car?” The young man was a little startled, but took the hanger and said, “Where’s the car?”

In a short time the door was unlocked and the keys were in her hands. She gave the young man a big hug and said, “Oh, the Lord sent you. You’re such a good boy. You must be a Christian.”

He stepped back and said, “No ma’am, I’m not a Christian, and I am not a good boy. I just got out of prison yesterday.”

She hugged him again and said, “Praise God! He sent me a professional!

Life’s tough—pray hard.