Yesterday evening my son and I attended the Central Washington-Azusa Pacific football game here in Southern California.
The event was held at Azusa, which is a Christian university. Immediately before the game, we were asked to bow our heads and pray. A former football coach led us, and he asked for God to protect all the players from being hurt.
Then, on the game’s second play, the starting running back for Central Washington was knocked out, never to return.
This, in a nutshell, is not merely why I don’t pray.
It’s why I think prayer is—beyond serving any personal meditative purposes—malarkey.
