I had a brief talk today with a young man who suffers from certain psychological “conditions.” I don’t know what they are, and I’m not really concerned over what they are. He asked me to pray for him, that he might have a more gentle spirit, because he has cruel and mean thoughts. I said I would.
By the end of the conversation, I was telling him that wanting to be closer to God is already being closer to God, and that wanting to have a more gentle spirit is already having a more gentle spirit. And I said that we all, always, need prayers for that same thing.
I ended by asking him to pray for me, too; that I might be a better spouse, a better parent, a better child of God. He smiled, and I think he was genuinely touched by the thought that I would consider him able to pray for me. I did that on purpose, for his sake.
But you know what? As I shook his hand and walked away, I knew it was absolutely true: God will listen to him just fine—and I need his prayers at least as much as he needs mine.