The Lord’s Prayer: Draw Near with Persistence
All I could remember was the voice of the stranger who reminded me of Jesus: âBe persistent. Search and you will find.â
So I climbed into the darknessâexhausted, cold, and afraid. Eventually, just as promised, a solitary shack stood at the top of Poon Hill. I could see the warm glow of a fire piercing tiny gaps between the boards of the door. A few sparks rose out of the makeshift chimney.
I knocked, and the door opened. An old man answered with a smile as if he had been waiting for my arrival all day. âNamaste,â he greeted with a bow. âNamaste,â I replied with tears in my eyes.
-Furman Buchanan, Gifts of God for the People of God, Chapter 14