Prayer

Somehow I got put on a e-mailing list at church, the kind where people send in their urgent requests asking people to pray. I’ll be honest, I read about 70-80% – Ok I skim through 70-80%. The other 30-20% I delete, usually it’s on days when I’m real busy.

It’s weird reading someones urgent pleas for help and prayer. Usually someones dieing or on the verge of a life threatening surgery or condition. What’s even more weird is how you can remain somewhat unaffected after reading someones urgent and heartfelt plea for help. I feel like I should stop everything and fall on my knees for an hour (I could never actually do that), I feel like I should feel an immense amount of hurt, pain, compassion for these people. But instead I muster out a few sentences and go right back to my menial task at hand.

Usually around the lines of God heal that person, God be with that person, God be with the Family. Sometimes I just say, God let your will be done. Although I’ll admit I don’t like that. I think that’s a lame prayer.

I feel conflicted about that… Part of me says praying doesn’t matter. If it’s the person’s time to go, then they’re gonna go. God’s gonna do what he wants…God’s smarter then me and he knows what he’s doing. But part of me says, at times God is moved by the cries, the pleas and prayers of his people and He chooses to miraculously intervene in the lives of humans and who knows maybe this time could be it. Maybe God just needs enough people enough prayer to nudge him in the right direction.

Bottom line…I don’t know. I pray. I believe in prayer. I believe God hears our prayers.

I just know if my wife or one of my kids were in an urgent/life threatening situation I’d sure be crying out to God for help too and I’d appreciate anyone else that was willing to join me.