I just got out of the shower and something weird happened to me in there. I have a habit of praying in the shower.
Some people sing, I pray. You don't want to hear me sing - not even in the shower.
In the shower I ask God what He wants me to pray for. I have many selfish prayers on my heart all day every day, so when I shower I ask Him.
Yep, that's what He said.
I responded positively, thinking to myself, "Is anyone praying for her?"
Lots of people are talking about her and laughing at her, but is anyone praying for her?
Sure, somewhere. Now I am, too.
She used to be one of my favorite actresses.
Lately, not so much.
I enjoyed While You Were Sleeping, Hope Floats, The Net, The Lake House, even Speed. I know - Speed is supposed to rank up there with one of the worst movies, but I liked it.
Romantic comedies are my number one type of movie to not watch. I can't express to you enough how I abhor them. I'd rather watch a violent, foul-language war movie than a romantic comedy.
I abhor language, but not as much as sex jokes, homosexuality portrayed as a joke, and more sex jokes.
Drama, Sandra, that's what you should stick to. Romantic comedies aren't what they used to be, so walk away.
But now Jessie has broken her heart in real life and I have been commanded to pray for her - and her marriage. I will pray for Jessie, too, after I slap him around a few times in my imagination.
Mostly, I will pray for her salvation, because with that everything else always falls into place. I'm not judging folks, but I do doubt . . .
I will pray for you, Sandy. Now pick yourself up and go watch yourself in Hope Floats. Then call Harry Connick, Jr. and see what he is up to.
No, wait, he's married isn't he?
That doesn't seem to matter in their world. Let's all join forces against Hollywood.
The force of prayer.