I know not by what methods rare But this I know God answers prayer. I know that he has given his word. That says that prayer is always heard And will be answered soon or late. And so I’ll pray and calmly wait. I know not if the thing I sought. Will come in quite the way I thought. But give my prayers to him alone. Whose will is wiser than my own. Assured that he will grant my quest. Or send some answer far more blessed.
This nation needs our prayers. We have a political crisis unlike any this country has faced in its 240 years of existence. The Republican party has nominated a childish buffoon as its presidential candidate. The Democrats have nominated an amoral, pathological liar as its presidential candidate. Only God can help us. Each night when my wife and I kneel in prayer, in addition to praying for our children and others, as well as the poor and the needy our prayer goes something like this: “and please bless this great country. Wilt thou please intervene in our political system and rise up an honest leader who understands the role of government to preserve the freedoms we hold so dear; one who will protect and defend the constitution. And Heavenly Father please touch the hearts of the voters throughout the land. Bless them to choose wisely when voting.”
It was through prayer that Columbus was guided to America. It was through prayer that miracles guided George Washington to victory in the American Revolution. It will be through prayer that leaders will be chosen who will preserve our freedoms and protect us from the pernicious intrusion of government into our personal lives.
If we, the voters of this nation, will remember Him who has all power to guide and bless the lives of all mankind, will turn to him in humility and plead for his blessings on this great land, we can make a difference.
On the evening of September 9 the sweet, bright girlfriend of my oldest grandson Trevor, was driving home from school when a drunk driver ran a red light going eighty five miles and hour and T-boned her car. The truck struck the drivers side of the car, almost completely severing it in half. This young woman now lies at deaths door on life support. The shock of this tragedy has reverberated through the school and the community. Endless prayers spiral heavenward on her behalf from family, friends and countless others who do not know her.
In the midst of our concern for Mia one person has been forgotten. The driver of the truck. Forgotten by all of us, perhaps, except Devan, Trevor’s fourteen year old younger brother. So many of us, including me, impulsively cry for the drivers head on the proverbial platter, decrying again and again the destructive effects of drugs and alcohol while demanding our pound of flesh. Not sweet, kind, compassionate Devan.
Devan asked his mother what was going to happen to the driver. His mother explained the possible consequences to the driver depending on whether Mia lives or dies. That evening as Devan offered the family prayer, he paused in the midst of his prayer then asked his Heavenly Father to “bless the driver that he will find his way.”
I cannot imagine the flood of emotions now swirling through the mind of the man who was driving this truck. In an instant his life has changed forever and he will never be the same. I have to assume that he is now sober, contemplating an uncertain future, fighting turmoil and a fire that cannot be quenched. It has taken a child to remind me of the need for compassion for the “other victim.”
I will pray for Mia’s recovery and I will pray for a nameless, faceless tortured soul who is also a son of a loving Heavenly Father.