When our family got back to the car after church, my brother said, “Brother C’s prayer lasted 8 minutes. I timed it on my watch.”
8 minutes! Now, we had men at the College Church who could go for maybe 5 minutes, but no one was in Brother C’s league. 8 minutes! That’s a lifetime to kid.
From the time he said, “Our holy Father who art in heaven…
if I wanted to,
I could walk across the street,
buy and eat a box of Cracker Jacks,
and make it back into the auditorium,
before Brother C said,
… We pray all of these things in Christ our loving savior’s name, amen.”
His prayers were full of Thees and Thous, and sometimes I had a hard time understanding them. But they did sound pretty good. I’ll give that to Brother C; they had sort of a psalm-like quality about them.
They were beautiful prayers.
And they were loooooooong.