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Invisible
by compound complex inthis place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.. at last, i have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- i love open spaces -- where no one can see me.
it is beautiful here while i watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, i am unseen.
i yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.. i laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke.
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Thank you, Diogenesister, for a compassionate and Christ-like response.
Not wishy-washy at all. A different approach for a different circumstance. I simply cannot imagine Jesus being bound by petty man-made rules when giving physical and spiritual aid to needy, ailing sheep.
This isn't quite the same circumstance, but an elderly sister, of the other sheep class, told me how her feisty anointed mother handled one circumstance. Not one to brook any religious interfaith with her self-righteous Pentecostal brother, Mom refused to join in prayer with her brother at a bus depot diner. His aim, as usual, was to make a showy display of his piety. Her retort was that she wouldn't join in prayer with him because the food wasn't worth praying over.
Honest -- true story.
Best wishes.
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Thank you, steve2.
You wrote:
[. . . it has] more to do with one person reaching out to another in a time of trouble or impending loss.
Neither logic nor evidence is necessary -- good point.
In the OP I didn't mention that I asked, in return, my friend might pray for me and my family. We have a bond through a child I mentored and I sought camaraderie and sharing, which I could sense made her feel good.
Yeah, if someone offers to pray for me, I could wonder if I really appear so bad off. Oh well, take what help you can . . .
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Another excellent and helpful reply, Wasa Once!
Many thanks.
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Thank you, millie210:
That was beautifully put. Regardless of how we respond, there does remain the reality -- or non-reality -- of the efficacy of prayer. I see you, millie, as wishing to comfort the sorrowing, troubled person. You don't need to think it through and then give a labored explanation to that poor friend who asks you for help.
Blessings and peace.
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Thanks, smiddy and Mr. Flipper, for your positive and practical thoughts. Yes, being a sympathetic and available friend is what matters. All too often, my mantra had been "wait on Jehovah."
Just the other day I told another friend how the scripture in Chronicles re: Jehoshaphat's eyes being toward Jehovah meant so much to me. Whether you're surrounded by pagan armies or a mountain of unsolvable problems, it's natural to look to a higher source. I guess that's how we're wired. The story of how I learned those verses is a story all by itself. But the so-called power of prayer?
You fellows answered that.
Thanks and happy trails!
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Thanks, Lois.
That is really sad. Sorry for your cousin (once removed?), who could have been comforted if your dad had shown a little compassion and bent the JW rules.
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"Please pray for me."
by compound complex ingreetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
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Greetings, Friends:
Today, I saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her. Family problems were eating her up.
How have you responded if and when you were asked this? Obviously, the friend making such a request thinks YOUR prayers would be effective on his or her behalf. Of course, how we respond today is far different from how we used to respond as JWs. Witnesses are peculiar about praying for anyone outside the fold.
Thanks.
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A Lonely Quest
by compound complex instrangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as i come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence.
i look out my window to the street below.. the vision of youthful ideals embodied in vaporous blur upon the pavement has evaporated.
gone for the moment but sure to return as an untold want, a wish for explanation: why did it all go so terribly wrong?
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Strangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as I come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence. I look out my window to the street below.
The vision of youthful ideals embodied in vaporous blur upon the pavement has evaporated. Gone for the moment but sure to return as an untold want, a wish for explanation: why did it all go so terribly wrong? I shut it out, shut out irrational thought, excessive thinking, which leads to depression . . . to insanity.
I pull away from the window, shut it tight against the chilly predawn air, and forget my dark reflection. It's only a phantom, scarcely the real me. I leave my letted room and shut the door behind me. A walk in the moonlight will do me good. I will see my inner turmoil in a new light, the softly suffused illumination della bella luna. The black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon the asphalt by the gracious moon, will be my companion.
Chilled to the bone, I put aside all personal comfort.
I tread my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me. Full, round, gleaming is beauty supernal: my exquisite, my lovely Moon. I wish to touch her but am overwhelmed by giant sentinels whose barren arms stretch with desperate longing toward her. For all their height, those statuesque trees are no more able to caress her silvery face than I. The eternal, unrequited pining for what is enthroned on high.
I seek something, someone on high to tell me who I am and where I am going, but it is a thankless and lonely quest. The lunar queen has no spoken answer, perhaps, yet her presence comforts me as none other can.
I travel the worn roads of land and mind . . .
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Invisible
by compound complex inthis place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.. at last, i have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- i love open spaces -- where no one can see me.
it is beautiful here while i watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, i am unseen.
i yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.. i laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke.
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Beyond my own thoughts, LV101, you have given me a lot more to chew on! Yes, the anonymity of cyberspace. We have found a haven within the maelstrom.
Invisibility -- a gift.
So well put!
THANK YOU!