How serious are we in our praying for the lost in our city, in our workplace, in our family? John G. Paton, intrepid missionary to the New Hebrides (Vanautu) wrote in his autobiography about the strategic impact of his father’s prayer life: “I have heard that, in long after-years, the worst woman in the village of Torthorwald, then leading an immoral life, but since changed by the grace of God, was known to declare, that the only thing that kept her from despair and from the Hell of the suicide, was when in the dark winter nights she crept close up underneath my father’s window and heard him pleading in Family Worship that God would convert ‘the sinner from the error of wicked ways, and polish him as a jewel for the Redeemer’s crown.’ ‘I felt,’ said she, ‘that I was a burden on that good man’s heart, and I knew that God would not disappoint him. That thought kept me out of Hell, and at last led me to the only Savior.’” — John G. Paton: Missionary to the Hebrides