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“No reason for living
when you lie dying, trying to pray to God who cannot hear you.” A memory in my mind hearing my dad cry it; falling off his tractor from the heart attack, cursing God’s ground; too barren to plant seeds in the sand that would not grow. My mother calling for help from our doctor Graham! “Sorry I’m on another call; heading back tomorrow.” In fear, I ran to our preacher my Sunday school teacher; that he may be with my Dad comforting him to pray alone. My father on his knees confessing his sinfulness; staying sober to love us with a new joy in his heart. The real reason for living day by day in faithfulness; with prayers to Jesus! “O that I may die in faith, for my wife to know I love her! The Angel that God sent me, and my son, who I scorned; being the reason why I'm saved."
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