Chapter VII from: "The Short Stories" by Ernest Hemingway"While the bombardment was knocking the trench to pieces at Fossalta, he lay very flat and sweated and prayed oh jesus christ get me out of here. Dear jesus please get me out. Christ please please please christ. If you’ll only keep me from getting killed I’ll do anything you say. I believe in you and I’ll tell every one in the world that you are the only one that matters. Please please dear jesus. The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rossa about Jesus. And he never told anybody."
There's plenty of Jesus save my marriage and I will...Save my kids and I will...save my job and I will...get me this promotion and I will...etc etc. The fact that follow through didn't happen is no shocker, the real shocker is God still has mercy on the unjust, is kind to the wicked, shows tenderness to the cruel.
Thank goodness for that. This passage struck me as very sad when I read it recently.