Let’s say, hypothetically, your roommate doesn’t know Jesus. Before uttering a word of prayer for her, you’re confronted by a question that spirals inward. Why really do I want my roommate to find God? Is it because of a pure desire for her to be met by divine love that makes her whole? Or do I find comfort in someone else reaching the same conclusion I’ve made, like if this whole thing is just a superstitious way of making life bearable, at least they’ll laugh at us one day, not just me?
