Prayer – Keep it to Yourself

I was raised Presbyterian. More or less. There was a three year and a bit stretch (1960-1963) where I don’t remember going to church at all (Dad was in the Air Force and the family was living in France then), but after that I remember a lot of Presbyterian church-going.

Until I was eleven years old, I just assumed I would grow up to be a Presbyterian minister (I use the term “minister” rather than “preacher” because that’s what I see as most important, ministering to people’s needs, not preaching at them).