I'm "on call" this week for a neighboring pastor. While on my way to the hospital to see one of my own parishioners, I got a call that one of his had been taken to the hospital with a heart attack. I found him in the CVR unit, getting hooked up to various doo-hickeys.
Paul is his name. I know him from around. He's a great kidder. One of his bosom buddies came in while I was there. He's from the same breed. So when it came time to pray and his friend said, "Hundreds of people are praying for you, Paul," I replied, "And a majority are asking for your recovery."
