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Prayer Doesn’t Work…At Least In These Instances. How Asking God to Fix our Lousy Diets Is a Poor Strategy.
Sonja is hopping mad, and she’s also hopping sad. She hates feeling helpless.
Her godfather, a deeply religious man in his seventies, is in the hospital again. A few years back she lost her godmother to a traffic accident. She was T-boned at an intersection. The offender got off with a hand slap.
After a vehicular homicide.
What do you do?
Now her godfather, a great, strong, square block of a man, who recently presided at Sonja’s wedding, and whom I first met when he gave the eulogy at Sonja’s mother’s funeral just last summer, is bed-ridden.
“He won’t eat right. He just eats what he wants and then he prays. Like God is going to somehow make him better when he won’t be more careful with his diet.”
She’s furious. Not without reason. She lost her dad young. Then her godmother. Then her mother. More recently a beloved nephew committed suicide at 21. She’s lost too many family members. In this case, she feels as though it’s preventable. Because it likely is.