My grandmother Dunham came to live with us when I was four or five years old.  She was a quiet, gentle woman who spoke very little.  But her presence was like a benediction to our entire household.  I remember Grandma as she sat on the swing on the front porch.  Now you don’t know anything about the South, unless you know that swings on front porches are very important.  She would sit in the swing on the front porch, reading the Bible.  During our play, we often found her with her hands folded over the open Bible, her eyes closed, and we thought she was dozing.  There came a time though, when we realized that she was not sleeping, but praying.  I would often see her lips moving, and on occasion, those moving lips would give audible expression to prayer.  And I knew that Grandma was praying…