I’m not a big government guy. Perhaps it was my upbringing. Years ago, I remember hearing about the Antichrist and the mark of the beast in my church. I was shaken to the core when I considered a government so threatening and powerful. I vowed not to take the mark of the beast and I didn’t want to be controlled by people who viewed God with utter contempt.
Several years ago we packed up our belongings and moved from Sevierville, Tenn., to my home state of Minnesota. Our family was struggling at the time. I had no idea where we would live and or what I would do to support my wife and two children. Eventually, we settled into a duplex apartment not far from my younger brother in Maple Grove. I got a job taking orders and delivering photographs for a local photographer. We all loved the Lord but felt a bit abandoned in our time of greatest need.
One hundred and fifty-five years ago, a quiet, unassuming businessman named Jeremiah Lamphier uttered this simple but sincere prayer. He had just been left behind by the North Dutch Reformed Church located on Fulton Street in New York City. The relocating church had experienced dwindling attendance but hoped Jeremiah could revive the property as a mission.