Please Pray for him

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.

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About bittersportspills

I love sports. I don't love the hype, homerism, ratings talk, self-important egomaniacs, bias or any of the other nonsense you get with the national media. Nor will you get the two clowns on sports talk radio who stage phony arguments. It doesn't make it entertaining. It makes it time to turn on your iPod and jam instead of listening to white noise generators. This is the sports blog for you, the ones who don't like everything Los Angeles or New York. Just because the sporting media is based there doesn't mean we have to like their teams. We do treat them fairly, though. That means if one of those cities has an average QB who plays particularly well...we'll note it. If they're garbage, we'll say so. Instead of crying "why, why, why" like a certain sports media homer did in his radio broadcast. This isn't my job...I have a real one. Nevertheless, I'll post here when I make an observation. Common sense in sports is nearly dead. Now we're attempting to bring it back.
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