THE PRAYER KETTLE

In the mid-1800s, on a plantation in Louisiana, open prayer wasn’t allowed. So one family turned the pot upside down and prayed into it. Their voices muffled. Their hope held in iron.

They called it the prayer kettle.

It was passed down from Harriet to Nora. Then to Will. Then to Will Ford III, who still keeps it.

The story didn’t need to be written down. Everyone knew it. This was the pot they prayed into when it wasn’t safe to speak. This was the object that held what they couldn’t say aloud.

It was never polished. Or hung up. Or given a place of honour.

It fed them. And listened.

The weight of what it carried could never be thrown away.

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The Ironclad Co.