Prayer - a weapon?
Snippet after dinner
Grandma to Mom: You were supposed to eat the okra gumbo!
Mom: I was hungry for the meat and rice.
Grandma: You were supposed to eat that tomorrow and eat the gumbo tonight!
Mom, on her way upstairs to bed, to Grandma: I'm a grown woman, Mom, I can decide what I want to eat.
Mom to me, under her breath: You hear that? She's trying to tell me what to eat, when to eat, and even how to eat!
Grandma, flustered and feeling out of control, to Mom: You know what? I'm not going to pray for that lady you asked me to pray about! You can do it yourself!
I had to run upstairs really fast before I lost it laughing. Not praying for someone to get back at another person has to be some special kind of sin in and of itself. I guess you had to be there, but that statement was so ironic.
Grandma to Mom: You were supposed to eat the okra gumbo!
Mom: I was hungry for the meat and rice.
Grandma: You were supposed to eat that tomorrow and eat the gumbo tonight!
Mom, on her way upstairs to bed, to Grandma: I'm a grown woman, Mom, I can decide what I want to eat.
Mom to me, under her breath: You hear that? She's trying to tell me what to eat, when to eat, and even how to eat!
Grandma, flustered and feeling out of control, to Mom: You know what? I'm not going to pray for that lady you asked me to pray about! You can do it yourself!
I had to run upstairs really fast before I lost it laughing. Not praying for someone to get back at another person has to be some special kind of sin in and of itself. I guess you had to be there, but that statement was so ironic.