TITLE: The Prayer Closet 5/9/2015
By Ingrid Forsberg
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Phyllis had lunch every Tuesday at the Salad Stop with her women’s Bible study group. One Tuesday at lunch Phyllis told a story on her sister Rose.
“My eldest sister wanted to be a preacher’s wife so she attended Bible College to get a man. The dorm room she lived in during her freshman year wasn’t very big. It had two twin beds, one small desk and chair, two small dressers and not very much space to walk between it. The two small closets were built to hold three dresses, three skirts, three blouses, a coat and a bathrobe. Rose had an ironing board, an iron, several coats, a bunch of skirts and blouses and every dress she owned crammed in her tiny closet. Her closet floor was piled with shoes.
“The man Rose set her sights on was not any of the fellas interested in her. She had her eye on an upperclassman who didn’t know she was alive. But prayer brought Rose results in the past so she decided to use her dorm closet as a prayer place to snag her man.
“One day after lunch when the dorm seemed empty and quiet Rose took the opportunity to do the prayer closet thing. She had her wedding all planned. All she needed was that upperclassman. That poor guy didn’t have a fighting chance.
“Phyllis stepped inside her closet and closed the door. There was no room. She stood rigid, mashed between the closet door and her clothes. It was hard to pray with her nose squashed against the door so Rose sat uncomfortably on all those shoes on the closet floor to pray.”
Phyllis loved telling this story on her sister and could tell the ladies were delighted to hear it. She continued, “Trying to pray with skirts and dresses on her head and in her face was not spiritual. After praying like this for five or ten minutes, which seemed like hours to Rose, she came to the conclusion there had to be a better place to pray. Before she could get her hand to the closet doorknob she heard her roommate entering the room. My sister was in the valley of decision. Should she holler that she was in the closet or wait silently for her roommate to leave? Rose figured her roommate came to get something she forgot and would leave immediately. Feeling like a total fool Rose chose to wait. She would escape the closet as soon as her roommate was gone. Rose didn’t want this story spread.”
“Then how did you hear it?” asked one of the ladies, her mouth full of fruit salad.
Phyllis got a big grin on her face. “I was a kid with big ears. I overheard Rose tell mother all about it.
“So what happened next?” another lady said as she gulped her lemonade.
“Rose’s roommate didn’t leave the room at all. She started Typing a paper that was due. Rose heard her on one of those old manual typewriters. You know the kind. It clacked with every key stroke and went “ding-zip” at the end of each line.
“The kind they had in my high school typing class,” said another.
“Exactly,” Phyllis continued. “Rose sat on her shoes silently waiting for her roommate to exit the room. But she could not wait longer, her sitter was in too much pain. There was a problem with standing to walk out of the closet. Rose would have bumped the clothes which would have bumped the ironing board behind the clothes. Then the ironing board would make a clanging noise. She could not sneak out silently that way. If she did not stand up she would have to open the closet door and crawl out.”
The ladies were nearly choking on their salads with laughter.
“Rose opened the closet door and crawled out as if this was a normal part of life. But her roommate turned white when she heard the door open because she thought she was in the room alone. She quit typing and slowly turned her head only to see Rose on her hands and knees crawling out of the closet. Neither said a word. Rose was too embarrassed and her roommate too scared. Needless to say, Rose found another place to pray.
“Rose has proof prayer works. She and that upperclassman married and made me an aunt. Now you know why our pastor’s wife Rose believes so strongly in the power of prayer.
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