My head and my heart
A young friend of mine in Las Vegas asked me to pray for him today.
He and those he loves are going through an ordeal they shouldn’t have to face, with a young woman who is waging a mighty battle against cancer, a formidable opponent, as my own recent experience has shown me. The stresses on everyone concerned are immense. Even though he acknowledged he knew that I didn’t believe in God, he asked me to pray for him.
By IM, I told my him this:
If prayer is holding nothing but the most positive possible thoughts in your mind and harboring only the fondest wishes for someone in your heart, then you can be assured that I am praying for you with all of my heart.
It is a pain to see a loved one suffer. Whatever your definition of prayer or your doctrinal beliefs about it, please find it in your heart to make a little room for these friends of mine. Their names don’t matter. Caring about them does, and thinking of their plight will benefit you. The world can never be filled with too much good will and empathy.
My friends, and you know who you are, all of Las Vegas sends you its most positive thoughts and its fondest hopes for the best possible outcome for you all. And I from my remote perch just far enough over the horizon to see things perfectly clearly (some might even say MyOpticly), I send you my love too.
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