As a child, I was a private person. In that sense, my friend and I were opposites. He knew me well. Our families were close. We went sled-riding together and played Laser Tag.
We also both attended the Christian school. Before praying at school, prayer requests were taken. Requests from kindergarten students could get interesting. Example:
‘Pray for my cat Tootie.’
‘Aw, ok, honey. What happened to her?’
One day, my good friend raised his hand, ‘Pray for me. I pee the bed.’
‘Ok, we’ll pray about that.’
< pause… 1,2,3… >
Alone in the spotlight, perhaps he began feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
‘Matt does too!’ he shouted.
< Matt’s face blushes ten shades of red, yearns to crawl underneath the table >
He was right. I peed the bed until later than most kids… and then sadly was notorious for it again in adulthood as a heavy drinker. Praise the Lord those days are over!
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