This is the poster in the basement of the building I live, instructing residents on who to call with questions and maintenance emergencies.
I don’t know who your landlord is, or who he suggests you call when you need maintenance help, but where I live, I have a direct line to some serious help. No more restrictions on traditional prayer; I now know his personal cell phone number.
I just don’t feel comfortable, however, calling him when my kitchen sink is backed up. Surely there are more important things for him to be doing.
No, I’m not sharing his phone number with you. Speak to your pastor.
But . . . I am a pastor, and I don’t even have this number. This is not fair, I say. Not fair at all!!!