Prayer Warrior — A Macon County Supper Club Story

The power of healing hands

Andy Spears

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Sandra got out of the passenger side of the mid-size luxury SUV parked in the back lot of the high school. She squirted germ-x on one hand and rubbed it into the other. She never looked back, just walked straight to her own car, parked about 100 feet away. She drove a sensible Toyota Corolla. She’d bought it with cash.

Tonight was supper club night, so she had to get back home and start her green bean casserole and pretzel salad. Of course, as head of the Prayer Warriors at church, Sandra was often called to meet a congregant in distress. Someone who needed prayers, but just couldn’t talk about it over the phone. So, she’d spent the first part of this Saturday morning talking with Will. Will was fairly new to Connor Street, mid-30s, two kids, divorced. He’d been struggling to get his footing, and thought going back to church might help him focus. Sandra and her uncanny ability to access the power of the Lord through prayer seemed like just the thing to push him forward.

Have Thine own way Lord/Have Thine own way

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Andy Spears

Writer and policy advocate living in Nashville, TN —Public Policy Ph.D. — writes on education policy, consumer affairs, and more . . .