Some years back I was at a large Christian event. One speaker started off by thanking everyone who prayed for him earlier that day. Apparently, that morning he’d lost his keys. During an earlier session, he’d asked the group to pray for God to help him find them.
Now he was thrilled to report that, in fact, the keys had been found! Didn’t we all just love how much God cares for us, he asked? The crowd, with much clapping and amen-ing, seemed to agree.
I didn’t hear the rest of his words. I was seething. A family I knew had a child dying of cancer. Friends and family had been praying for healing, but it was getting worse. All I could think, as the speaker celebrated, was “Screw you and your keys!”