Prayer is God’s way of getting us involved and not a means of passing the buck, Tommy Tyson tells campers. Praying with a stranger whose wife had left over unpaid bills, he glimpsed the throne of God and watched it turn into the canvas bag holding his own week of love offerings. He handed the bag over. He closes with Ruth Deans, dying in a coma, whose lips said “hold on for me” though she later insisted she never spoke.
