I'm really surprised that there have not been more posts here in this thread. Maybe you are like me and just getting around to responding. Hosea said that there is a famine in the land, a famine of the Word of God. One need only read the book of judges to find out what a mess succeeding generations go through when the fathers fail to impart the Word of God to their children. We are living this history all over again. Is it pride that keeps us from being transparent here? I hope that there is not a lack of interest. I got a call from a man who asked my wife and I to come and pray with them for their children. The oldest, a girl, was into all this "punk rock" fanaticism and had a reputation at being extreme. The second child, a son, was violently and verbally abusive to his parents. The other two smaller children did just as they pleased, according to the book of Dr. Spock. This post is not about judgement of the parents. It's about their humility and wisdom to reach out to God for help. So we went on two Saturday nights and we simply knelt together in the living room and asked God to do what was impossible for us to do. As notorious as these two very ungoldly older teens had been before, they are now radically and nortoriously saved. The contrast is so different, that it cannot be anything but amazing. Amazing Grace. Our prayers did not do it. But the One Who hears and loves did it all. He alone gets all the glory. Is that ok with the parents? Yes indeed. I have children who are caught up in the glitz, glitter, and availability of temptation in this world. They know that these things are rocks painted gold. Yet they cannot give them up. I have only myself to blame. So I'm asking you to stand with my wife and I, and pray for our children. One son is living in homosexuality. Is anything too difficult for our God? Please stand with us in prayer. I want to leave you with a song I love to sing. Why? Because I had a praying mama. No doubt I'd not be here today had it not been for God's mercy in answering her prayers. It's a tune from a recent album by Randy Travis. WHEN MAMA PRAYEDDaddy never went to church on SundayHe said that's one thing I'll never doMama never gave up, she said one day,He'll be sitting here beside me in the pewI can still hear mama softly talkingHer tears falling on her folded handsThat Easter Sunday, my daddy walked inThat's when I began to understandWhen Mama prayed, good things happenedWhen Mama prayed, life would changeNot much more than five feet tallBut mountains big and smallCrumbled all away when mama prayedSeventeen and wild I hit the bottleDoing anything I dang well pleasedRunning down lifes highway at full throttleWhile Mama burned a candle on her kneesThen one night, I came home half soberI heard Mama praying in the denAs I listened, she and Jesus talked it overAnd I knew my rambling days were about to endWhen Mama prayed, good things happenedWhen Mama prayed, life would changeNot much more than five feet tallBut mountains big and smallCrumbled all away when mama prayedIt isn't like every one of them got answeredBut that times that weren't, it seemed to me weren't there.You almost felt sorry for the devilCause heaven knows he didn't have a prayerWhen Mama prayed, good things happenedWhen Mama prayed, life would changeNot much more than five feet tallBut mountains big and smallCrumbled all away when mama prayedNot much more than five feet tallBut mountains big and smallCrumbled all away .......when mama prayed