Do it Now!
“Come.” She motioned to me before I could take my seat. I was startled, slow to move, not sure I was ready for just what it was that I had been courting all day long. Crouching slightly over her as she sat, I said, 'Yes ma'am'. This woman could be my mother. No, ; she could be my mother's mother. Surely she could not have called me for that one reason, that one thing I had been offering since morning, with no takers. “I see your shirt.” she said. “Yes, I want prayer.” In that
