Prayers For A Friend

Sunday was Mother’s Day.  Those of us whose mothers are gone note the day with a bitter sweetness.  If your mother is still living then you know all love begins and ends there.

I just learned that co-blogger Sig94’s mother was placed in hospice care last week.  He thanked God for his mom in his blog post noting she had a hard life as a young mother of four.  He is steeling himself for the goodbye that is coming.

I hope you go by his place and offer your prayers, comfort and encouragement.  An old Irish proverb says, “A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.”

Prayer Shaming? The Unforgiveable Nonsense Of Those Who Think They Talk Sense

The arrogance of the Left was on full display yesterday following the San Bernardino shootings.  Most notable was the front page of The New York Daily News barking, “God isn’t fixing this…As latest batch of innocent Americans are left lying in pools of blood, cowards who could truly end gun scourge continue to hide behind meaningless platitudes.”

Terry Pettit, whose daughter was trapped inside the Inland Regional Center, read a text message from her:  “Shooting at my work.  People shot.” 

Weeping as he spoke to reporters and sirens pierced the air he continued to read, “Pray for us.  I am locked in an office.”

While she and her colleagues tried to survive the carnage, the workers who had been evacuated to a golf course across the street bowed their heads, held each others’ hands and prayed.

The dog pile we witnessed yesterday was appalling, if not downright disquieting.  It’s as if those progressive secularists who inhabit their liberal ivory towers have declared that they tried once to speak to God and decided the sky was empty.

We must stop turning against one another.  “Help" is a prayer that is always answered. It doesn't matter how you pray—with your head bowed in silence, or crying out in grief