I am minded of the two most efficient prayers I ever experienced.
One was when my Blazer went end-for-end on black ice, left the four-lane and sailed an impressive distance to the east while facing west: I cranked the wheel, traded ends, downshifted and mashed the gas, threw up a fine matching roostertail of mud and sod and clawed my way back up onto the pavement.
My most efficient prayer in that moment was a prolonged, wordless scream, which I am convinced was rightly translated by the Almighty as “Um, Boss, 'scuse me, but I got me into this, could You get me out?” – or words to that effect.
The other moment of most efficient prayer was at my mother’s funeral, when I lay my hand on her box for the last time, right before we left the graveyard: I sagged to my knees and sobbed like a lost child, and somewhere in a world unseen, my words were heard clearly as a little boy’s tearful, “I miss my Mama.”
My two most efficient prayers were that scream of wordless terror, and the tears of a broken heart.
LOL I’ve done that before. I figure there’s no reason why they wouldn’t heed your request, but who knows.
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