All of our parents are still married. All five of us would say we grew up in a Christian home.
Yet not a single one of us could remember the last time our parents prayed over us.
“I’m sure they prayed for me,” we all said, “but praying with me wasn’t part of my childhood.”
Over the cola mono in a tiny Chilean town we committed to do things differently for our own children.
But a few months later when one of our squadmates tragically lost her grandfather and mother in a car accident, the conversation changed.
When’s the last time we prayed over our parents?
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