No matter where you are in the world, it’s likely that
Somewhere a child is praying for you…
Little kids are much better at praying than adults. It’s all pretty simple to them. They start with “God bless Mommy and Daddy”, then proceed to ask God to bless everyone else around the world – including, but not limited to:
brothers and sisters
grandmothers and grandfathers
aunts and uncles
They even ask God to bless those starving children in Africa we told them about so they’d eat their veggies (which are getting colder by the minute, if this is the dinner blessing).
Often during these sustained soliloquies, we grown-ups find ourselves with one eyelid up, hoping to catch the young intercessor’s attention long enough to transmit the “hurry up” sign. Of course, those innocent eyes are shut tight from our outside interference. Meanwhile, that tiny tongue shows no signs of flagging. But you know something?
No matter how long they pray, or how many people they pray for – seems those sweet little buggers never ask a single thing for themselves.
Who taught them to pray like that?
And when did my simple childhood prayers of “God bless us everyone” morph into “Oh Lord won’t You buy me a Mercedes-Benz“?