If such a ban were to be upheld, I predict it wouldn’t be long before prayer would be banned before daily sessions of Congress. Even with prayer, these geniuses can’t manage a two-car funeral without blowing a few billion of our tax dollars. Can you imagine what would happen to us if God turned His back on them? Shudder.
This is where I must admit some culpability along with former Gov. George E. Perdue for interjecting prayer into the affairs of state. You may recall that Georgia was in the midst of a severe drought in 2007.
Perdue decided to take drastic action and ask for divine intervention since nothing else seemed to be working.
He invited the Rev. Gil Watson, the World’s Greatest Preacher, to come to the Capitol and — in the governor’s words — “pray up a storm.” Why Watson?
Given I was Perdue’s very favorite newspaper columnist — it is only rumor he once tried to chain me to an anchor and see if I could swim across one of his concrete fish ponds — I am sure he had read of my praise for Watson's untiring but seemingly futile efforts to save my sorry soul.
The governor had to believe if the World’s Greatest Preacher could abide by the theological challenge of trying to convert a modest and much-beloved columnist who seems to have half the universe upset with his smart-alecky comments — although not always the same half every week — into something warm and fuzzy, surely he could manage a mere trifle like a severe drought.
You know the rest of the story. Watson came onto parched government property and asked God to let it rain.
Because God likes Watson a lot, He made it rain almost immediately and six years later, it is still raining in Georgia. Basements have flooded, rivers and streams have overflowed their banks, bridges have washed away, ducks are mildewed and a lot of atheists are slogging around in hip waders and cursing whatever atheists curse when they get mad.
The moral of this story is to be careful what you pray for. Your prayers just might be answered.
If Watson, the World’s Greatest Preacher, could convince God to make it rain for six years, imagine what the two of them could do with Congress and the Georgia Legislature and assorted local fiefdoms. It boggles the mind. I suspect it would be no time before a contrite state legislator would hold a press conference and announce solemnly, “I know I’ve told you letting lizard-loafered lobbyists take me to Sea Island to play golf and sipping an occasional adult beverage in a private box at a Braves game in no way influences the way I vote on an issue of importance to them and their bosses.
“Of course it does. I was just joshing with you. But, hey, you keep reelecting me and I enjoy free-loading and your view of politics can’t get any lower than it already is, so who cares? Gosh, I feel so much better getting that off my conscience. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a tee time.”
The flip side is I worry the godless may one day discover prayer really works, and I might never again hear from elitists who sniff at the notion God made the duckbilled platypus to show us He had a sense of humor. Then, in case we didn’t get the point, He tossed in some armadillos for good measure. To not be lectured by atheists would break my heart. God bless them one and all.
I’m not sure how the Supreme Court will rule on the matter, but I do hope that Gov. Nathan Deal doesn’t find himself ankle-deep in water at the governor’s mansion one day and order Watson to come to the Capitol and ask God to make it quit raining so much. I am not anxious to see Georgia turn into the Mojave Desert and have to share a cactus with godless barbarians who think Walt Disney created the duckbilled platypus.
Can I get an Amen?
You can reach Dick Yarbrough at firstname.lastname@example.org or P.O. Box 725373, Atlanta, Ga. 31139.