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Prayer Breakfast 2014

Story ID:9719
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Dillon Montana USA
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Prayer Breakfast 2014
By Chuck Dishno

Monday I attended a prayer breakfast hosted by my Lutheran Church. It is the first one I had attended in sometime and for a small town like Dillon there were quite a few in attendance.

The program started by a group of Little Fiddlers from Dillon playing Amazing Grace followed by God Bless America. My Lutheran Pastor then started with a prayer.

Ministers from 6 churches led the prayers. I was really impressed as they each took a subject to pray for then let each table pray among themselves.

I couldn’t help be reminded of several prayer breakfasts I had attended in Yuma where Roz and I spent 8 winters getting away from the cold of Montana.

These prayer breakfasts were hosted by the City of Yuma and were held in the Civic Auditorium. The attendance was usually about 2000 and tables of 8 were sold for $100. The breakfast was catered and done before the program started.

The prayer breakfasts usually had some high powered speaker. One in particular stands out as it really hit my funny bone as it did everyone else.

The featured speaker was Meadowlark Lemon, a former Harlem Globe Trotter and a born again Christian. For those of you who remember Meadowlark, he was termed the Clown Prince of Basketball in his many years with the Globe Trotters. He was famous for his half-court shots and his fancy, rapid dribbling. No one could compare with him. I had met Meadowlark in the late 1950’s when I was in the entertainment branch of the Army at Fort Lee, VA so I was particularly interested to see him again and hopefully meet again after the program.

Meadowlark did a great talk on how he had come to Christ and became a born again Christian and the influence it had on his life.

About half way through his talk he took a small break and asked if there was a young boy in the audience who would like to come up and learn a few dribbling moves. With a little encouraging, a lad of about 9 got up and went on the stage with Meadowlark. They talked about basketball for a few minutes and Meadowlark did some of his fancy dribbling, giving the boy a few pointers. After a few minutes Meadowlark got down on one knee, put his arm around the boy and asked, “Are you a Christian?” The young lad then said, “No, I am a Methodist.” Needless to say this cracked everyone up and Meadowlark was laughing so hard he could hardly continue.

A man at the next table to mine said, “I am going to have a talk with that boy, I am his preacher.”

After the meeting I did get to shake hands with Meadowlark. O course I remembered him but he didn’t remember me.