Servelloism

Its funny the things that stay with you through life. Memories that is. I have been thinking a lot about prayer lately and I thank God for my father and all the people that have been such great models of Prayer in my life. One such memory I have is from my childhood. The great apostle Reg Layzell would come and stay with us on occasion. He would stay in the guest room right next door to mine and my brothers room. I remember getting up in the wee hours of the morning to use the bathroom and sure enough his light would be on every morning at the crack of dawn and he would be praying. As I recall, sometimes it was still dark when he’d be up. He would pray and Worship for hours. The guy was intense. Although I never witnessed it myself, my father told me part of his daily 4 hour spend time with God discipline he also had a daily workout routine. He would workout his arms, not so much so he could be in shape, but so he could keep his arms in the air longer while he worshiped. Amazing. I thank God for the quality of men of God my father had around us while I was a boy and for the example they were to me even when they didn’t even know they were influencing me.