Prodigal: Sometimes we need to just have more action.

Me: That is true.

I was hungry

and you formed a humanities club

and you discussed my hunger.

Thank you.

I was imprisoned

and you crept off quietly

to your chapel in the cellar

and prayed for my release.

I was naked

and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.

I was sick

and you knelt and thanked God

for your health.

I was homeless

and you preached to me

of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.

I was lonely

and you left me alone to pray for me.

You seem so holy;

so close to God.

But I’m still very hungry

and lonely

and cold.

So where have your prayers gone?

What have they done?

What does it profit a man to page through his book of prayers when the rest of the world is crying for help?

Author unknown.

Proverbs 12:19

The lip of truth shall be established for ever: but a lying tongue is but for a moment.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org