Never worry as long as you can pray. When you can't pray - you'd better begin to worry. For then you have something to worry about. 3569-1


Saved by a Prayer: a True Story

I don't know what's going to happen when I get home tonight. He's furious again. Last time he was in this mood, my tail bone was broken, again. I'm scared. Maybe he's calmer now.', I tell myself driving home from my Alcoholics Anonymous meeting on this warm fall evening. His dry drunks are ugly.

"I told you not to go," my six-foot-two, two hundred forty-pound husband reminds me as I walk into the house we built together. "1 wanted you to stay home. There are important things to discuss. You went anyway. You went against what I said!"

Staying ahead of him, I walk around the center wall of the house that separates the well-organized kitchen from the designer-decorated living room. Then he follows me around the partition separating the kitchen from the sunken family room remodeled from the garage and patio. The terrifying game continues as he chases me. The orange shag rug must have a rut because of the number of times around these dividers.

I'm going to duck into the hall. May he won't follow me. I'll slip into our son's room: he's not home. I hope Dick leaves me alone. I'm getting more frightened. He's not giving up his pursuit.

"Can't you think of anyone else? Why would you want to go off when I need to talk to you? I have to talk to you about the business. It's absolutely necessary and you go to a meeting. You don't care about the business. What's wrong with you?" His furious voice and body get more intense. His temper tantrum grows more hostile.

'Why did I go into the comer behind Ron's bed?'. Dick's shirtless figure follows me and doesn't give up. 'I've had it!' His taut, throbbing muscles are threatening. With smoking nostrils he's ready to charge, and I'm the target.

'God, what do I do now?' "Pray for him," I hear. What do I pray?' "Remember the church service last Sunday?" 'Oh, it's Easter. The sermons are about Jesus' words on the cross. God forgive him for he knows not what he does. God, bless him.' I pause... 'Now what do I do? Guess, I'll pray that again.

My spouse stands in the center of the room like his feet are in cement. His breathing is heavy; his muscles seem to move from fury. It's like angels have a firm grip on him while I pray. Time stands still as I experience these messages.

Now what do I do? I'm terrified. "Leave the room." 'I can't do that. I have to walk right by him. This is a small room.' "Try it anyway."

Accidentally, I touch his arm with my sleeve as I leave. Wow! I've had it this time. I don't have a clue what's next. I'll keep going into our bedroom.

A few seconds later he exits our son's room and heads down the hall in the opposite direction. He leaves a distance for the rest of the evening.

Why does he acquiesce? I finally understand the puzzle several years later. This mystery isn't so mysterious, today.

His underlying, old subconscious messages irrationally and fearfully react. I realize that the power of prayer changes me and my attitude. Sending out love to another stops his need to attack from insecurity and threatened feelings. His perception of assault for protection disappears when I do not return attack emotions. This is an answer to stopping violence.

And, above all, pray! Those who are about the body, use, rely upon the spiritual forces. For the prayer of the righteous shall save the sick.

Know that all strength, all healing of every nature is the changing of the vibrations from within-the attuning of the divine within the living tissue of a body to Creative Energies. 1967-1

As concerning thy fellow man, He gave, "As ye would have others do to you, do ye even so to them,.. . But today hear His voice, "Come unto me, all that are weak or that are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest from those worries, peace from those anxieties" For the Lord loveth those who put their trust wholly in Him... 357-12>


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