2:17 in the morning

Thursday. 2:17 in the morning.

Somebody picked up a phone in the dark and gave.

I was asleep. I found out after sunup.

I do not know what 2:17 looked like at their house. Nobody is up at 2:17 because things are fine.

I do not like asking. I said that out loud yesterday. Asking for money sounds like grifting to me. So I wrote a thousand words about a plane I missed and put one ask at the bottom, where a person could scroll past it.

Some of you did not scroll past it. Some of you answered in the dark.

A woman asked me to pray that God would send her a godly man for a husband, one who loves the Scripture and loves to pray. A man in Maryland asked me to pray for his son. Addiction. Then he said he was praying for mine. A dad in Georgia asked for one thing: that his family would finally accept Christ. A man in Bakersfield asked for prayer against strongholds, and for forgiveness. Someone asked for a daughter in the military, that she would find people who praise God. A plumber in Nigeria asked for a helper so he could get to Canada and work.

That is who reads this.

I read them. I pray over them.

Paul told the Galatians how a church is supposed to work when the money is tight and the burdens are heavy. “Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2.

Somebody at 2:17 in the morning bore one of mine.

So here is the one thing, again. If this work has held you up at some point in two years, hold it up once. Give what you want. Five dollars is the floor. Every gift gets 100 Plain Questions About the Bible back, the whole guide, to the email you enter. No second charge.

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If you cannot give, send me what is keeping you up.

Whoever you were at 2:17, I saw it. I am praying for whatever kept you up.

Adam