Sounds to me like you might have some personal need to revisit your "church attendence" plan?
I am not suggesting you comply with the wish/prayer of your daughter but some part of the issue here remains something that you are considerate of. maybe a look at that to see if you are where you need to be is in order.
if you are certain you are right in your faith then that is your answer. If you determine that there is room for improvement well then.... that prayer cloth might be doing something for you that will be benificial.
I dont know you
I am not judging you
I just think you have found yourself an opertunity to re-examine you...
peace to you and yours....
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This thread reminded me of my childhood pastor. We were a small church of about 50 people with a great pastor.
It was an old time Pentecostal church with lots of "shouting" and laying on of hands for the sick. There were two things I remember about my pastor praying for the sick that brings a smile to my lips when I think about it.
When a woman would come forward for prayer he had a bad habit of asking her loudly what the problem was and he expected her to answer for both him and the congregation to hear. I know he had the best of intentions and that he just wanted the congregation to know what they were praying for but as you can imagine often the problem was one of a very personal and feminine nature. This put the women in delicate positions of having to be very vague.
One day my mother decided she would help change the pastor's behavior. When she went up front for prayer and he loudly asked her what was ailing her she loudly and frankly told him. His face turned really really red and I don't think he ever asked another woman what she needed prayer for or if he did he asked her quietly and made his ear available for her to tell him alone.
The other thing I remember is how the women hated to go up front for prayer because back then they had those giant beehive hairdo's that took hours to "get done" and they kept them up for weeks at a time. The pastor would generously pour annointing oil from the bottle right on top of their head whee it would soak all through their 2 foot high hairdo!
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"We did not wear uniforms. The lady workers dressed in the current fashions of the day, ...silks...satins...jewels or whatever they happened to possess. They were very smartly turned out, so that they made an impressive appearance on the streets where a large part of our work was conducted in the early years.
"It was not until long after, when former Holiness preachers had become part of us, that strict plainness of dress began to be taught.
"Although Entire Sanctification was preached at the beginning of the Movement, it was from a Wesleyan viewpoint, and had in it very little of the later Holiness Movement characteristics. Nothing was ever said about apparel, for everyone was so taken up with the Lord that mode of dress seemingly never occurred to any of us."
Quote from Ethel Goss (widow of 1st UPC Gen Supt. Howard Goss) book "The Winds of God"
This thread reminded me of my childhood pastor. We were a small church of about 50 people with a great pastor.
It was an old time Pentecostal church with lots of "shouting" and laying on of hands for the sick. There were two things I remember about my pastor praying for the sick that brings a smile to my lips when I think about it.
When a woman would come forward for prayer he had a bad habit of asking her loudly what the problem was and he expected her to answer for both him and the congregation to hear. I know he had the best of intentions and that he just wanted the congregation to know what they were praying for but as you can imagine often the problem was one of a very personal and feminine nature. This put the women in delicate positions of having to be very vague.
One day my mother decided she would help change the pastor's behavior. When she went up front for prayer and he loudly asked her what was ailing her she loudly and frankly told him. His face turned really really red and I don't think he ever asked another woman what she needed prayer for or if he did he asked her quietly and made his ear available for her to tell him alone.
The other thing I remember is how the women hated to go up front for prayer because back then they had those giant beehive hairdo's that took hours to "get done" and they kept them up for weeks at a time. The pastor would generously pour annointing oil from the bottle right on top of their head whee it would soak all through their 2 foot high hairdo!
I am glad I didn't have that Pastor.
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If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
2 Chronicles 7:14 KJV
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8 KJV
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. 1 John 3:2 KJV
This thread reminded me of my childhood pastor. We were a small church of about 50 people with a great pastor.
It was an old time Pentecostal church with lots of "shouting" and laying on of hands for the sick. There were two things I remember about my pastor praying for the sick that brings a smile to my lips when I think about it.
When a woman would come forward for prayer he had a bad habit of asking her loudly what the problem was and he expected her to answer for both him and the congregation to hear. I know he had the best of intentions and that he just wanted the congregation to know what they were praying for but as you can imagine often the problem was one of a very personal and feminine nature. This put the women in delicate positions of having to be very vague.
One day my mother decided she would help change the pastor's behavior. When she went up front for prayer and he loudly asked her what was ailing her she loudly and frankly told him. His face turned really really red and I don't think he ever asked another woman what she needed prayer for or if he did he asked her quietly and made his ear available for her to tell him alone.
The other thing I remember is how the women hated to go up front for prayer because back then they had those giant beehive hairdo's that took hours to "get done" and they kept them up for weeks at a time. The pastor would generously pour annointing oil from the bottle right on top of their head whee it would soak all through their 2 foot high hairdo!
Yeah...they might have been afraid that their oatmeal box might swell and distort the hairdo.
I was incredulous when my pentecostal roommate told me that women actually put cans and oatmeal boxes in their hair to hold up their hairstyle.
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It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man. (Psalms 118:8)
This thread reminded me of my childhood pastor. We were a small church of about 50 people with a great pastor.
It was an old time Pentecostal church with lots of "shouting" and laying on of hands for the sick. There were two things I remember about my pastor praying for the sick that brings a smile to my lips when I think about it.
When a woman would come forward for prayer he had a bad habit of asking her loudly what the problem was and he expected her to answer for both him and the congregation to hear. I know he had the best of intentions and that he just wanted the congregation to know what they were praying for but as you can imagine often the problem was one of a very personal and feminine nature. This put the women in delicate positions of having to be very vague.
One day my mother decided she would help change the pastor's behavior. When she went up front for prayer and he loudly asked her what was ailing her she loudly and frankly told him. His face turned really really red and I don't think he ever asked another woman what she needed prayer for or if he did he asked her quietly and made his ear available for her to tell him alone.
The other thing I remember is how the women hated to go up front for prayer because back then they had those giant beehive hairdo's that took hours to "get done" and they kept them up for weeks at a time. The pastor would generously pour annointing oil from the bottle right on top of their head whee it would soak all through their 2 foot high hairdo!
not4saken, please keep it. This response may be too long, but I just finished reading a book, "An Invisible Thread," about an eleven year old, living on the streets. This lady, Laura, stopped and he ask her for something to eat. She took him to McDonalds. After a while she asked him about lunch at school, and could she give him money for his lunch at school. He wanted her to fix him lunch and put it in a brown paper bag. Here is the response that followed.
"If you make me lunch," he said, "will you put it in a brown paper bag?"
I didn't really understand the question "Do you want it in a brown paper bag?" I asked. "Or how would you prefer it?"
"Miss Laura," he said, "I don't want your money. I want my lunch in a brown paper bag."
"Okay, sure. But why do you want it in a bag?"
"Because when I see kids come to school with their lunch in a paper bag, that means someone cares about them. Miss Laura, can I please have my lunch in a paper bag?"
I looked away when Maurice said that, so he wouldn't see me tear up. A simple brown paper bag, I thought.
To me, it meant nothing. To him, it was everything.
Let your daughter know you have the prayer cloth. She gave it to you "because she cared!" It may not mean much to you but it will mean everything to her!
Just my thoughts,
Been Thinkin
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not4saken, please keep it. This response may be too long, but I just finished reading a book, "An Invisible Thread," about an eleven year old, living on the streets. This lady, Laura, stopped and he ask her for something to eat. She took him to McDonalds. After a while she asked him about lunch at school, and could she give him money for his lunch at school. He wanted her to fix him lunch and put it in a brown paper bag. Here is the response that followed.
"If you make me lunch," he said, "will you put it in a brown paper bag?"
I didn't really understand the question "Do you want it in a brown paper bag?" I asked. "Or how would you prefer it?"
"Miss Laura," he said, "I don't want your money. I want my lunch in a brown paper bag."
"Okay, sure. But why do you want it in a bag?"
"Because when I see kids come to school with their lunch in a paper bag, that means someone cares about them. Miss Laura, can I please have my lunch in a paper bag?"
I looked away when Maurice said that, so he wouldn't see me tear up. A simple brown paper bag, I thought.
To me, it meant nothing. To him, it was everything.
Let your daughter know you have the prayer cloth. She gave it to you "because she cared!" It may not mean much to you but it will mean everything to her!
Oh my word . . . that is seriously funny ! 
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