That Ol' Time Religion

That back-n-the-day mother/grandmother who walked around in slides and a housedress humming in the spirit…that ol’ time religion.

That closet that doubled as a prayer room, that oil placed on your forehead before your days journey- “cover him/her in the blood of Jesus”- that ol’ time religion.

That fasting, praying and calling on the Lord for her family in times of trouble- that ol’ time religion is too far gone. The mama’s and grandmama’s hardly pray anymore; there’s no covering for the children’s head. Sin has taken over because there’s too few fighting the battle; not enough to ward off the attacks of the enemy.

Where are the warriors-the soldiers-the gate keepers-the care taker’s the one’s that slumber not, nor sleep.

In Helen Baylor’s testimony, she talks about all the wrongs she’d done in her life from drugs to promiscuity and how her deliverance wasn’t due to the relationship she had with the Lord, but because she had a “praying grandmother.’

Our homes are in shambles, our children are misguided, our streets are plagued with violence because there is no one tilling the land; the gate keeper has fallen asleep and allowed evil to run rampant. People are walking around like hallow shells, looking for any and everything to fill them; dazed and confused, lost and abused-the harvest is ripe, but the laborer’s are few! We need that ol’ time religion back…we need those prayer warriors who KNOW that “Greater is He that is in me, then he that is in the world.” (1 John 4:4). We need those soldiers who’ll never get tired!