When Billy Sunday prays

Billy Sunday prays with a punch.

He prays as though God Almighty were standing right before him.

He prays for everybody.

He prays with the same earnestness and energy that marks his preaching. He prays with the zeal and vim that starred him in baseball.

He expects his prayers to land.

He prays for you and me, for the plumber and the telephone girl, for the banker and the street cleaner, for the washwoman and the debutante.

There’s nothing perfunctory in Sunday’s praying.

Sunday’s prayer is not what he says many a prayer is—“Just a funny noise.”
Sunday has something to ask for and he asks for it.

He prays for the salvation of souls, for the success of his meetings, for men to “hit the trail for Jesus Christ.”

Billy Sunday at prayer is the picture of a lawyer pleading to a court. Sunday is the attorney at the bar. Those he prays for are his clients. God Almighty is the supreme judge. God is on the bench hearing the argument.

Sunday states his case. He tells the “judge” what he wants; he gives his reasons; he makes his argument; he pleads:

“For Christ’s sake, God, grant what I ask.”

There’s punch in Sunday’s praying.
His prayers distinguish him.

Cited from: The Omaha Daily News. September 19, 1915: 10.