..... and every year the Pope prays for peace in the Middle East and every year it seems to get worse.
To me, the last word on the power of prayer:
A journalist assigned to the Jerusalem bureau takes an apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. Every day when she looks out, she sees a little old Jewish man praying vigorously nearly all day every day. So the journalist finally goes down and introduces herself to the old man.
She asks, "Sir, if you don't mind my asking: you come every day to the wall. How long have you done that and what are you praying for?"
The old man replies, "I have come here to pray every day for eighty years, ever since my bar mitzvah. I'm 93 now. In the morning I pray for world peace and for the brotherhood of all people of all races, creeds and colours. At about midday I go home, have a cup of tea and a nap, then I come back in the afternoon and pray for the eradication of sickness and disease from the earth."
The journalist is amazed. "And you've done that every day?"
"Every day, without fail. Even when I was sick, even when my poor wife was sick, even the day she passed away. Never missed a single day, thank the good Lord."
"That's incredible. So tell me: how does it make you feel to come here every single day for eighty years and pray for these things?" she asks.
The old man looks at her sadly. "Young lady, like I'm talking to a fucking wall."