On the heels of the Paris attack, I realised the other morning that whereas I may have used the hash tag #PrayforParis,
Never had I specifically cut out time to specifically pray for the victims of the attack, for example.
Never did I think about a daughter whose mother at the restaurant was perhaps ripped by a stray bullet outside Stade de France.
Never did I pray for European leaders who find themselves with hard decisions to make in the wake of growing terrorism.
Although, I may have painted my profile in French national colors, rarely did I ever think of asking God to use this grief to bring back the gospel to European countries that first propagated it.
Come to think of it, rarely did I ever think of praying for our immigrant brothers, who in the coming days, are likely going to face unprecedented stigma.
But maybe that’s the way I am, perhaps I am just used to telling folks “I will pray for you.” Maybe this is a habit, a habit that exposes how I value public perception more than private prayer.
Perhaps this is a reminder for me to log out often and pray, specifically.
Forget Paris, this I suspect, is the real blood bath of my life: living prayerlessly, not only for myself, but even for those I often promise – even through hash tags, so help me God.
Who actually prayed for Paris, anybody? You can share with us how you prayed for Paris?