I was in church today when I remembered a colleague asking me to pray for a friend of his. His friend is someone I know; he recently had surgery. Personally, I think the guy is ok — as OK as someone you really don’t know very well can be — but I figured he’d be repulsed by the thought of anyone praying for him.
The friend has shown nothing of godly behavior; in fact the only thing I know of the friend and God is his use of g–d— repeatedly.
He wished the living, New Orleans residents — the victims of Hurricane Katrina — had just died instead.
He wished he could go back in time to shoot a couple of prominent political figures.
In his eyes, females exist for sexual pleasure and procreation.
I did pray for his health, regardless of whether he thinks it would “work” though. I also prayed for God to work on his heart. I did pray for him, but not entirely in the manner suggested. Sometimes you pray for people to realize there is more out there than just themselves, immediate family and a couple of so-called friends who would desert you in a second if you got into real trouble. What I’m saying is not just political correctness either. I’m not going political, but you can give a f**k about someone other than yourself without compromising your principles.
So I prayed for him, for more than I anticipated.