When I was a child, an American soldier named John Noble came to our church and told us his story of being a prisoner in Siberia. I don't remember the circumstances or a lot of the details, but I do remember that the prisoners were forced to work in the mines, in below zero temperatures and were denied warm clothing or adequate food. In the evenings, when possible, they would gather on the floor and softly sing hymns like, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." That story has stayed with me and to this day, when I hear or sing that song, I think of those prisoners, who like Paul and Silas worshiped the Lord in spite of the pains of a hurting body, cold, hungry, weak, tired and discouraged. The words of that hymn are so precious and comforting and remind me that when I am in need of anything, "what a privilege to carry, everything to God in prayer." It might be a good thing to get the songbook out, if you can't remember all the words, and start singing, page number 206.
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