Up until Sunday, it was the Three Stooges. I loved their slapstick routine. Even though it was always the same, it was still funny to me.
But on Sunday, after our second afternoon class in prayer, I heard three brethren who had never led a public prayer in their lives lead their first. One of them actually led the closing prayer. It was something simple he had written, but it was beautiful. After he closed and the crowd began talking, I was standing in the back of the auditorium ready to “shake out” the congregation. First, a smile came upon my face as I thought how far this brother had come. Then, I began to chuckle. And, then, I began to laugh.