the birm*

life, death and prayer...

a friend of mine just crashed and died.
sudden?
it was for me too, i just got the news from france.
we were never great friends but good enough friends. we did stuff together and got along ok most of the time.
he was always into drugs and partying, but made a committment to follow Christ a couple of years ago.
while i doubted it would last i was extremely pleased. but that's the thing...
who am i, a forgiven sinner, to judge another forgiven sinner?
do we not all struggle with things? some more visible than others.
we always cringe at someone caught in a sin which we're not...
the point is i should have been praying for him, not thinking of him now and then.
if only i'd known.
i would have.
but i didn't.
you never do.
so the question is why do i sit on my bum and do nothing but pray for a few minutes a day? or more realistically, why do i only think about prayer when i go to bed and feel guilty cause i haven't prayed "formally" all day??
cause i never know, i should be praying for all my friends and family, people i meet, work with, bus drivers, people in parliament, governments...
will i ever understand the realness of prayer?? i've seen it work many times but still i don't use it or indulge in it.
why??
when will i?
hopefully this wake-up call will wake me up for a while and get me to consider prayer a little more seriously!
weeksi.