In 1956 I had a little girl friend that I played with when I was eight years old. There's two things I remember about her. One was we watched Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan Show at her house because we had no TV at that time. I also recall that my little eight year old heart stopped as I watched the beautiful singing of the handsome idol. The second memory was going to Bible School with her one humid summer night. I climbed up into the car and my friend and I giggled all the way as little girls are prone to do. We were led to a stuffy room with other second graders who all sat on tiny colored chairs with just the right sized table for little kids. A nice lady, who patted my shoulder as she passed, handed me a piece of red construction and another piece of gray paper. The glue was put in the center of the table along with crayons to copy what she wrote on the black board. These words would become the most important words that I had heard in my young life. For the first time I learned I could pray to God. The nice teacher read from the bible that Jesus's friends asked him to teach them how to pray. I wondered why these men would ask Jesus this. Did they notice a difference in Jesus after he had talked to the God of heaven. "Teach Us To Pray" was scrawled on the board as the story was told from the worn bible of the one who held it. "You and I too can talk to God", she said with such love in her voice. I glued the sheets together and cut lopsided lips to finish my masterpiece. I left that little room knowing that I could talk to God. As soon as I could, I tried out this promise I was given that evening. Most of my prayers started like a letter, "Dear God", I would begin. The hot evening ended with a singing of "Jesus Loves Me" which also rang out as a testimony about this new friend I had found.
I guess my faded piece of paper with "Teach Us To Pray" must by now be 65 years old a genuine antique in anyone's book. To preserve the brittle paper, it is kept in a zip lock bag that takes me back to the most important lesson I ever learned.
Praise you, my Dear God for looking at a wee girl and giving her the most wonderful gift. It's funny in a way that my young heart was stopped by a king that sang "Love Me Tender" but was blessed eternally by the King of Kings who tenderly taught me to pray.
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