“You want to know whether I really believe God will intervene like that?” I think he asked me. “You wonder if I am really that naïve?” Then he told me something that I once knew but had long forgotten, although thanks to him I am not likely to forget again. “Honestly,” he said, “I don’t think it through, not now. I tell God what I want. I’m not smart enough or strong enough to do anything else, and besides, there’s no time. So I tell God what I want and I trust God to sort it out.
