They Ask Me Why I Pray

One of the finest ladies I have ever known once said to me;

I pray every morning and every night, and I don’t care who knows it.

I was very young at the time, but I shall always – always – remember it. I’ll remember it because it resonated with me, and it resonated with me because I idolised this lady beyond comparison.
She wasn’t just kind, she was selfless. She wasn’t just sweet, she was spectacular. She was so remarkable it would be a lie to say she had a heart of gold; hers was diamond.
I always used to say to myself, ‘if I could only ever be half as good as she is I’ll still be pretty wonderful.’ Because this lady, well, she was effortlessly one of the most remarkable ladies to have ever graced this Earth. She was perfect, in every true sense of the word.
And she prayed.

And because she prayed, I prayed.

I prayed before I even understood what it really meant, and I did it because of her. Because she was amazing – and I wanted to be just like she was.
Then I got older and I learned new reasons for praying. There have been occasions where I prayed in deep repentance, and occasions where I prayed for direction, and a good many occasions where I prayed simply to display my ardent gratitude for all of the ways in which I have been blessed.

But tonight I’m going to do it slightly differently.

Tonight I’m not going to pray to give thanks, or because I need to seek repentance or direction; I’m not actually going to pray for me at all.

Tonight I’m going pray for you.

I’m going to pray that the grace of God saves you from this curse that is taking hold of your heart. I’m going to pray that you learn to recognise your real blessings, and just how desperately you need to seek repentance here. Your cruelty runs deep and it’s dangerously close to turning you into all the things you never wanted to become. That’s why I’m going to pray for you. For your salvation. For your soul.

Lord knows you need it.