Olga Valdivia

writes from Boise, Idaho.

Please Pray for Me

I received an odd letter many years ago. Petitions and prayer requests were anything but unusual to me back then. Infact, they were quite usual. I worked in a religious publishing house at the time, and my job involved reading and answering the assortment of letters that came every day from all sorts of people.

But I never forgot a letter containing a poignant request. A total stranger—a man I’d never seen in my life—begged me to intercede on his behalf for forgiveness. It was this man’s hope that perhaps God would listen to me.

I didn’t know what kind of person this man was, or what kind of life he led, but it was obvious …

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