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Article: Her praying knees: my mother believed that prayer held the world together.(Brief Article)
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- The Other Side
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- May 1, 2002
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MY MOTHER LILLIAN WAS A praying woman. I grew up watching her pray.
Her name meant "little flower," and she was, in fact, delicate and beautiful. Daughter of a Southern minister, she had been baptized and saved in the Church of God when she was sixteen years old, and had devoted herself to being an active member and willing worker ever since. From all I've been told of her young adulthood, prayer defined her life early on.
Prayer was her ritual, and she prayed unceasingly: a prayer in the morning for waking, lengthy prayers at bedtime, prayers at church five days a week. She prayed if we were sick, lightly touching our heads as she implored Jesus to ease ...