AUTHOR:  Fay Angus Over the years I have come to realize how much we need to pray for our kids as they leave the protective covering  of home and church and move on to college, where frequently the faith and moral values with which they have been raised will be vigorously challenged.  I have watched a friend’s daughter grow from a gangly  teenager into a beautiful young woman.She aced her way through high school and earned a scholarship to a prestigious college.  Now, just over a year later, she was sitting at my kitchen table having a cup of tea. “I’ve dumped the faith.”  Her tone was defiant.  I raised  my eyebrows  and waited for her to continue.  “All that stuff they taught me in Sunday school…..I’ve chucked it …I don’t believe in God anymore. “Pity ,”  I said as I added tea to refill her cup. “What do you mean “pity?”  She was itching for an argument. Lord, give me the right words.  I thought of all the wonderful Sermons on faith  that I could fling at her, she knew them better than I did.  I decided all I could do is share from my heart.  “I don’t know how people get along without the Lord, without a higher power to Whom they can pray. ”  As I spoke, she was looking at me intently. “What would I do if a call came in to pray for a friend who was critically injured  in an accident, and there was no one to whom I could pray!    In the final moments before she died,  I held my mother in my arms.  “Mummy darling, don’t be afraid, you’re going from my arms into the arms of Jesus,”  I told her .  She gave a little smile and gasped her last breath.  What would I do if at the end of their lives, all I could say to my loved ones was ‘good-bye,”  without the hope of everlasting  Life? More and more I need the Lord.” “I hadn’t thought of that.?  She had tears in her eyes.  “I guess I need him too.”  We held hands and prayed