D.L. Moody tells the story of a young boy that was raised in an English orphanage, in the 1800’s. He had never learned to read or write except that he knew the letters of the alphabet.
One day, a minister came by the orphanage and told the children that if they prayed to God when they were in trouble, he would send help.
After a time, the boy was old enough by work standards then, to be apprenticed to a farmer. He was sent out into the field to find the farmer’s sheep. Since this was something new to him, he was having a hard time. He remembered what the minister had said about how God would help him.
A man walking by the hedge, heard a voice. He look behind the hedge and saw the boy on his knees, saying, “A, B, C, D” with the remaining alphabet.
The man asked the boy what he was doing. The boy looked up from his prayer and said to the man that he was praying. The man looked at him and said, “That’s not praying. you’re just saying the alphabet”.
The little boy told the man what the minister had said about praying for help. He said that he wasn’t exactly sure what to say in his prayer, but if he named the letters of the alphabet, he figured that God would put them together and know what he wanted.
When the wording of the Declaration of Independence was formally approved on July 4, the thirteen colonies were saying “No More” to the British Empire. They concluded the document with the following:
“And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor”
Today, we see a nation that is politically divided. I sometimes feel a bit helpless as I watch gas prices and the rocky economy. When reflecting on those events in 1776, it also should cause us to say a prayer for our country.
With the current events, I feel a bit like the little boy. I’m not sure what to pray. It’s a good time to just pray for help.