I hadn’t been very long into my ministry internship in a north Texas town when Carter invited me to come visit him on his ranch. I assumed it was a hospitable attempt by one of the congregation’s pillars to get to know the young pastor-in-training. Carter met me as I got out of my car. He gestured broadly across the vast spaces of his land, which seem to extend to the horizon. After the quick orientation, he led me inside, and I realized why he had wanted me to visit. His wife was bedfast, racked with cancer. We went in to see her. We prayed and came back into the living room. “I pray and pray,” Carter said, “But I guess God’s not listening.” He looked at me with weathered and watery eyes. As I looked into them, words just failed me, so together we quietly beheld the mystery of God, the mystery of life. Carter finally broke the silence, “She’s not getting better, but I won’t stop praying. I won’t stop hoping. I don’t know what else to do but hope that God has all this worked out.” You can find the rest of the commentary on our website.
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