...so compelled to pray for anyone as it has been the last few days for two dear friends, one of whom stands defiantly against the possibility of God and the other who continues to sort through an understanding of God's reality.
I realize that one or both of them may stumble here, and recognize themselves in this description. They may even find me pretentious, in choosing to pray for them. Who am I to claim understanding of what is true, and to go so far as to ask God for revelation in their lives?
I ask them only to understand that my motivation is love. If I truly believe that the eternal destination of a sinful man is hell (or, at best, an unfulfilled life), and I truly believe that Jesus, Son of the very existent God is the only means through which we can escape this fate, and I truly believe that God responds to the persistent prayers of His people, then I have no choice but to pray for their hearts and, though it seems cliche, for their souls.
I don't know why belief in God comes easily to me, and why I can seek Him with little regard to the reasoning behind it. I do know, however, that the strongest doubts about His existence have not yet proven to me that there are not equal doubts regarding His lack of existence. And if there is any doubt that God may be real, then I would prefer to err on the side of faith. If I am wrong, then my death is the end of speculation -- and everything else. If I am right, then my death is my beginning -- either in damnation or in paradise.
I'll take eternity with a side of heaven, please.
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