He Knelt In Prayer
The phone was ringing off the hook. I felt like a baseball player sliding into first base as I grabbed it before it stopped ringing. Good, it was my best friend LaNell.
“Hi Patty. Marilyn is sick and wants you to take her place this Sunday. You know our new Pastor will be there. They say he is awesome. He has kids our age and I heard he has a beautiful Palomino that’s really smart,” LaNell stated rattling on a mile a minute.
“O dear,” I moaned. “Grandma and Grandpa are coming tonight so they can help with the 200 new baby chicks tomorrow afternoon. Let me talk to Daddy,” I said as I squinched my face with a prayerful wish to Heaven.
Dinner was just being set on the table when Grandma and Grandpa pulled up. We were just about finished eating when Daddy said, “By the way Patty I talked with Mitch and we’ve come to an agreement. If I help him transport the organ to the old theater for Sunday church he will bring LaNell and her two horses over here. He has to be gone on a business trip and I promised to make sure your gang got to church safe and sound. Marilyn is sick so she’ll stay home with her Mom,” he said as he winked at me knowing how bad I wanted to go.
“Wow, I get to go! Honest?” I squealed in absolute delight.
I awoke the next morning with an abundance of energy. Finally everything was taken care of. The baby chickens were cuddled warm and safe. LaNell and I rode the horses around the corral.
Her horse, Princess, was a beautiful, well-trained Bay with a long thick black tail and mane. I was going to get to ride Jake, Marilyn’s horse. He was a beautiful Black Tennessee Walker with a white star in his forehead. We brushed them up and got everything ready for church the next day.
Daddy already had the organ from the classroom loaded on the flatbed by the time LaNell and I ran into the kitchen. We ran out to the barn and saddled up the horses. About 14 kids from our close area were already riding up the road. We set the horses off into a comfortable trot to catch up with the group for the 45 minute ride to the old theater for our outdoor church service on horseback. The neighbor came out on their front porches to watch our procession.
As we came near the Drive-inn Theater the trucks were parked unloading horses. It was quickly nearing our time to start. The praise team pranced in and circled the outskirts of the lot to the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” played by the organist. How beautiful. I was sorry Marilyn was sick but I was blessed to be able to enjoy this special day.
The new Pastor rode forward to the pulpit to face the congregation. After a short introduction he announced we were going to pray. It was as if the horse knew just what he said the horse went down on its knees in a prayerful position. With one accord everyone responded with such awe at the horses response. The Pastor offered a prayer of thanksgiving to our Heavenly Father for the wonderful opportunity to worship on horseback on what the congregation agreed was one of God’s finest creations...the horse.
The spectacular ending of the service occurred when the horses began pounding their hooves to the music. What a sight! When Old Jake began to get nervous I slipped him a treat. It was an event that would never be forgotten. Worshiping on horseback allowed me a special way of sharing my love to God.
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