It was a cold January morning during deer season when about three dozen hearty souls gathered at the church as part of their 30 days of prayer.
I had been asked to give a testimony for one day and I was nervous as I walked to the front
I said, “Our pastor has asked me to speak on broken relationships.”
I took a deep breath, and picked up a gun case from off the front row.
Normally at 6 am people are barely able to keep their eyes open, this morning I felt everyone’s eyes clued to me as I unlocked the case and pulled out a rifle.
“I have found the perfect answer for this,” as I cradled the gun, taking care not to point it at the front row.
I had everyone’s attention, nobody was asleep now.
“Targeted Prayer!” I shouted.