
It was 1960 and I was in the sixth grade at Old Post Road
elementary school. As I walked into the
schoolroom one morning, I sensed a tenseness in the air. I was puzzled … and a little worried. Were we having a test that I had
forgotten? That was entirely possible,
because I seldom studied. After mentally
checking off each subject, I realized that it wasn’t a test. Today was the day to recite from memory the
Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln.
And Miss Geagen had been clear, “If you don’t have the Gettysburg
Address memorized, you will stand up in front of the class and squirm around
for the length of time that it should have taken you to recite it!” I was in big trouble! But fortunately for me, my name started with
a “W” and Miss Gaegen always went in alphabetical order. I opened my notebook and began studying the
speech that I should have studied the night before. Then, Paula A’s name was called. As she stumbled through, I stumbled through
right along with her. And the next
person, and then next. When Miss Geagen
finally called my name, I was ready. I walked
to the front of the room and began, “Four score seven years ago our fathers
brought forth on this continent, a new nation …” Hey, have you ever been in a high-pressure
situation? Maybe it was one of your own making,
and maybe it wasn’t. In either case, ask
the dear Lord for help. And He will
always meet your need. Matthew 7:7,
“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall
be opened unto you.” Don’t be
afraid. Ask God. He’ll be right there with you.