I am praying for my friends and relatives who don’t believe in God. What an empty feeling it must be. To go through life thinking we were just put here by accident just seems so hollow.
I pray for them not because I want to make them think the way I do, but because I love them, and want to see them enjoy the big party after this life ends and the next begins. Many of them are good, upstanding people but have been deceived by the enemy.
It may be hard to believe in God, but I would think it’s much harder not to believe in Him.
In the meantime, I will be thinking, and praying. God loves them and so do I.
—Pastor Dean
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