I don’t know that my prayers amount to a hill of beans. Still, I pray. I often feel our prayers are fingers in the dike. If we pulled them out we might all be swept away. That’s folklore theology but I feel that way sometimes. I’ve heard people say prayer didn’t change things but it changed me. Its funny, but they always have that hurt look in their eyes. I’m not sure anything changes us, expect pain. So maybe their eyes makes sense. Still, its hard to pull that finger out, even in spite of the long night, and the cold. It just is.