All Wonky

Bit of a strange day today.

Had lunch in some sort of churchy place with my good friend K.
Her idea to go to this cafe. Food was nice but you get invited to write prayer requests which will be prayed by the "prayer team".
To me this was all a bit weird.
They were plastered all over the walls and I didn't like the way you could easily identify some of the people mentioned.
For example, "Please pray for my friends the deaf and dumb couple who live in X street in Y village, whose grandson has died aged 11." I mean, that's not up there so people can pray.. it's there so people can go "oooh, how awful" or, "Ooh, I think I know who they are..., I didn't know they had a grandson..."

This in turn led to K's attempt to embark on a discussion about some peoples' belief in the power of prayer, but I didn't feel a lot like engaging. Sorry, K.

The cheese scones were second to none though..

If you've got a minute, perhaps you would like to pray for my Seat Alhambra which is going into Kwikfit tomorrow for two new front tyres.