Sermons on Lord's Prayer

God Doesn’t Read Junk Mail: Parable of the Midnight Caller I remember some of the strangest things about my childhood.  One clear recollection has to do with my duty of taking out the trash and burning it in the fifty gallon barrel in the back yard of our home in St. Louis.  In those days the garbage man only picked up garbage; everything else was burned.  On this particular day as I was emptying a wastebasket ,I noticed four or five unopened letters…