I Pray for You, You Pray for Me

Today I had a jarring but bittersweet experience. I met a man named Paul who had come to Asbury Temple to get food. He started talking to me while he was waiting for Julius to bag his groceries. He told me that he was bipolar, that his mother had died two weeks ago, and that he just wanted to die himself. A lot of what he said was incoherent, and honestly I was terrified because I didn't know how to respond, but something calmed my heart and allowed me simply to listen to Paul as he rambled.

I didn't actually find out his name until the end of our conversation because he wouldn't tell me at first because he doesn't trust people. I told him I only wanted to know so that I could pray for him, and he started crying. Finally I learned that his name was Paul, and as I left to go back upstairs, I told him I'd be praying for him, and I asked if he would pray for me. That made him cry again, but by then it seemed that he was in a better place, and as I left I heard him excitedly telling Julius that I had asked him to pray for me and that he was going to do so.

I can't remember where I learned to do that, or if it was even something I learned and not just the Spirit moving, but I somehow doubt Paul has ever been asked to pray for someone. I suspect prayers are often offered for him, but never solicited from him. I also suspect there's something empowering and meaningful about being given the responsibility of praying for someone. So...yeah. It's like in the song "I Need You to Survive": "I pray for you / You pray for me / I love you / I need you to survive." I pray for you, you pray for me. Only in this way can we be made whole.