World of the Free to Choose: Part Four
“I’m out of ammo,” he responded, “and there’s nothing more I know to say.”
“So that’s it? You’re done with me?” It took several more minutes of my prying before he reluctantly shared the most disarming words I’d ever heard.
“No, it’s not that. A friend and I have made a pact to call each other once a week to pray for you. That’s all.”
“You what?” I heard him, but had to compose myself. “That’s a bit out of the ordinary, don’t you think? Two grown men don’t have anything better to do than pray for me? Shouldn’t you be talking about last night’s ball game or some such thing?”
My amiable friend chuckled.
The Bible says, “Ask and it will be given to you” (I had been doing that since I was five), “seek and you will find” (for as long as I can remember), and “knock and the door will be opened to you” (Matthew 7:7, NIV). That night, in the unceremonious surrounds of my own bathroom, I knocked. I got on my knees and prayed for God’s forgiveness and for Jesus to come into my life, and He did. The Lion roared.