It certainly wasn’t the first time I had prayed for my friend, Don Hughes, but I was convinced it was my last.
Our friendship was forged by prayer as he fought colon cancer. Several years ago, Gene, one of Don’s five sons, told me his dad was sick.
“Would you please pray for him?” he asked.
And so I went to visit Don Hughes.
“I thank you for coming,” he said as I left his house. “You’re always welcome here.”
And I was.