Prostrated Clumps

"There was a pastor who took a church in Scotland. The church was spiritually at low ebb. Yet there had been revival at the church in years past. The pastor longed to see the Spirit of God move in new ways. he wondered what the dynamics were when the revival was going on. There was an old gentleman in the church...he had been alive when the revival had happened years ago. The pastor went to him and said tell me what it was like when God was visiting this church. The man said this:'I was very young but I remember a Sunday morning...very early my father woke me up and we walked to church in the predawn dark. It was foggy and we couldn't see very well. There was heavy dew on the grass. As we approached the church before I could see it I heard a sound...I couldn't make it out but as we got closer it sounded like a low moaning...it got louder as we approached in the fog. Gradually as we came near the church through the fog I could see the front yard of the church and there were large dark clumps all over the yard...the moaning was much louder now. As we came into the church yard I could see the that clumps were men of the church, who had laid their coats on the wet grass and who had prostrated themselves before the church...the moaning was deep cries and broken hearts in prayer. The prayer I remember most said was, 'O Lord, let your word be preached. O Lord, let your word be preached.'"-Dave Walker