NBCC Cookout

Tuesday night we had a cookout for the Indians on the rez here, hoping to be able to interact with some of the children's parents. Driving over with Lance I got this horrid picture of having not one person come and ending up having a prayer meeting with the church folks who came.
Then I was horrified at my lack of faith and prayed that everything would work out for God's glory. Afterwords when Lance and I were figuring it all up we decided that we had at least 40 probly closer to 50 people come!!!!
When we got there the first thing I did was dig out a trash bag and started picking up trash... It's amazing the things you can find if you look! Three pampers (I told Lance later that was the worst part of the whole evening!), an old shoe, cigarette butts... soooo many of those, two little toy green plastic solders, an old sweat shirt, beer cans, pop cans, and lots more. Thinking back on it I realize how much a person can find out about people even through their trash if they know the people even a little bit.
Imagine the little boy whose older sister drives past and hollers out the window, "you'ed better get home right now if you think you think you are going to get any supper", and she means it. So he grabs four of his six little solders, but cant find the other two, and one of his shoes (he cant find the other cuz he is sitting on top of the big plastic rock and it's underneath the swing set) and runs home top speed forgetting that his sweat shirt is under one of the benches. When he gets home only Auntie and his older sister are home, "where is Dad", he asks. "At the park with Uncle", Auntie answers. Then he's glad he left so fast. Dad is probly standing round at the back of the play ground drinking and leaving cigarette butts laying around and when he gets home he and Mom will have a big argument again, if Mom is back from her job at the casino by then...
Okay so you are all getting the picture. And don't think that it's a rare, I personally have seen and heard the adults arguments... I've heard the little girl sitting on the front step crying when she gets dropped off after school and mom has the door locked and dad's not home.
It happens... My question for you is: Do you care enough to pray?
Tuesday night we had a wonderful time with those people, last night at prayer meeting we thanked God for blessing the evening so well and asked that He help those people remember something they heard or saw. But how many of us remembered to pray today, and will remember to pray tomorrow?