I attended the funeral of a well-respected elderly Christian gentleman. While the pastor spoke about how spiritual this man was, in my thoughts, I heard myself say to my friend in heaven, “Please put in a good word for me with God.”
Now, I do not believe my friend heard my thoughts, and I do not bring it up here to cause speculation about the living and the dead talking with each other back and forth between heaven and earth. Rather, I mention those words — “Please put in a good word for me with God” — because they say something about me and you.
The words reveal my feeling of insecurity. I need a little help. I’ve slipped a bit. I could have done more. I want to do better.
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