So my friend's mother dies, not unexpectedly, at an advanced age. He sends us all an e-mail, asking us to pray for his father, if we can.
Must...not...reply..."So if we pray, your god will decide not to make a poor old man more miserable than he already is, or put happy thoughts in his head, or what?!"
Not a good time to bring it up. I couldn't resist the other day, however; same group of people, one of them said a doctor was discussing his mother's cancer, and he (the doctor) said, "There's only one (looks skyward) who can help her now." I told him I've known some surgeons and oncologists who cured cancer, but not too many cures coming out of the sky lately.
How can they not see the childishness of their ways? Oh, time for another bible verse:
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways." Corinthians 13:11.