Tonight there will be a gathering of family and close friends. We will gather to pray for you as you begin the journey toward becoming a cancer survivor.  When your mother, whom I consider my sister, told me of your diagnosis, I immediately included myself as a part of this family worship. I wonder why, since my path in life has rarely crossed yours directly, that I am so bold as to count myself as family. I didn’t need to ponder long before the answer was gently revealed. It is because your Grandma loved me.

This story could easily be filled in with details and examples, but I want to leave it here for now and simply ask, “Are you loving someone so deeply that, after Jesus picks you up for heaven, that person will consider it a natural thing to pray for your grandchildren?”