My old Uncle Mort is nothing if not analytical, even when he’s not even looking for ways to make easy bucks. He called recently to provide his analysis of members of the Thicket Community Church whose pastor called for a special mid-week prayer session appealing for rain. It would be at high noon on the church lawn.Swamps – no match for scorching temperatures and unrelenting winds – were parched.The preacher was convinced that if enough of us prayed earnestly, perhaps the Almighty would provide a gully-washer.Anyways, Mort arrived early for the outdoor prayer session. As others showed up, he looked ...