Today, while doing some housework, I had the television on in the background.
When one of those “this program expresses the views of the advertiser and not that of station management” came on, I flipped through the channels to find something that wasn’t selling me the latest food preparation device, or attempting to give me a guilt trip about no supporting a village in the Andes, and I came upon the NASCAR race.
A NASCAR volunteer pastor was praying over all the cars and drivers, asking God to guide the race to a good conclusion.
It was one of the longest prayers before any sporting event I had ever experienced.
Although there was the obligatory reference to the troops (Pan to flag shot), God was never asked to do anything about the people in Western Africa, or all those people being harmed in the Middle East, or even a request to guard all those persecuted Christians in this country.
Nope, Just the request to pick the right race car in Jesus’s name.