"Hey, Father, can you pray for my nephew? We lost him yesterday, he's 3 months old."
"Absolutely," I shout to her across the street.
"Pray for his family, too, Father" she continues. "His name is L... K.... Pray for them when you pray next."
"I will," I say as we start walking again and she thanks me and the light changes so she'll be able to make that left turn onto Main.
And I have. As I have for C..., who rang up my groceries at the market the other evening. Her request wasn't as specific, but she was appreciative that I would pray the Holy Spirit to watch over her.
This was only moments after Todd and I had prayed,
...I pray that all my intention, actions, and works of this day may be directed solely to the greater glory of God's Divine Majesty....
Does this happen to pastors who wear polo shirts?