Five O'Clock Friday
By Patty Andree
Facing growing financial difficulties, Bob was hiding from creditors, including his auto finance company. In despair and tired of collection calls, Bob decided to pray. “God,” he said, “I’m about to lose my car and I need your help. Please let me win the lottery." The winning numbers were drawn but, unfortunately, Bob was not the winner.
Things got worse. His car was repossessed and, without transportation, Bob was unable to keep his job. With no income, his mortgage company foreclosed on the house. With no home, his wife left him and took the kids. At each event, Bob pleaded with God to let him win the lottery. As luck would—or wouldn’t—have it, each time someone else won.
Broke, hungry and living on the street, Bob tried again. "God, my life is a wreck. I have no car, no home, no family. Please let me win the lottery just this once so I can turn my life around. Please."
Amid bolts of lightning and rumbles of thunder, a voice came from the heavens: “Bob, meet me halfway. Buy a ticket.”







