Born a Crime

“Trevor, I prayed. I told you I
prayed. I don’t pray for nothing.”
“You know,” I said, “for once I
cannot argue with you. The gun,
the bullets—I can’t explain any of
it. So I’ll give you that much.” Then
I couldn’t resist teasing her with
one last little jab. “But where was
your Jesus to pay your hospital bill,
hmm? I know for a fact that He
didn’t pay that.”
She smiled and said, “You’re
right. He didn’t. But He blessed me
with the son who did.”