At the turn of the eighteenth century, John Wesley, the historic circuit-riding preacher, grew up in a one room house with his mom Susanna and his eighteen siblings.

As John was often gone for long periods of time preaching, Susanna occasionally felt like she was losing control of the large brood, so she would drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, and throw her apron over her head. The children knew to be still and silent because Momma’s praying.

Her prayer closet, I would guess.