At church last night after the preaching Pastor said people who were struggling with fear should come up to the altar to pray & be prayed for.
"I probably should go," my friend said with a frustrated sigh, "But I really don't want to."
"Want me to go with you?" I asked. "Because, you know, I will."
So we walked up there, and yeah it was actually a little awkward.
Except for a few people everyone just bunched up and prayed for other people because they didn't have the nerve to admit that they wanted/needed prayer their own self. They were afraid to admit that they are afraid I guess.*
'People will think I am battling fears. Hmmm,' I briefly tried to figure out what fears they would decide I was fighting. (I crack myself up all the time by thinking about what other people are probably thinking. I'm sure it's not normal, but whatever, it's hillarous.... Click here for a story about my past awfulness on that subject.)
I did actually pray for my friend also.
Then I was all trying to think of something I was afraid of. I went through a list of things people are afraid of and mentally crossed them off. 'Yeah, I'm not afraid of anything.' I told myself then remembered 'Oh. Yeah. That.' I froze inside a little bit then was all, 'Whatever not really. I'm over that now.'
At least mostly
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