My dog has his own fan club down the street from where I live. My neighbors spend their mornings in the garage smoking, drinking coffee, and reading the paper. They keep the garage door up, and every morning that I walk my dog, I stop by share a cup of coffee and they feed him dog biscuits and dote on him.

Last week the mother of the family aggravated a previous back injury and was in excruciating pain. Yesterday I went over to pray for her. Her husband was surprised when I asked to pray for her. “I didn’t know you were that religious?”

“Well you’re right” I replied, “I’m not. But I have pretty good relationship with God so I’m more spiritual than religious, and I’ve prayed for people before.”

I prayed for her and they were genuinely grateful. Their garage door was down this morning which wasn’t a good sign. It’s odd. I actually wrestled with the decision to go pray for them directly. Its not that I’m afraid to do it, I didn’t want it to skew the relationship I had with them. We’ll see what happens. I’ll keep you posted.

bob humphrey