Although I tend to agree with you, there was Manasseh, soon of righteous Hezekiah. He was the worst kind Israel ever had--so much so that the streets ran with blood in his day and, at the very end of his life, he repented. The way I figure it, if I had been raised by his parents instead of mine, there is a greater likelihood that I would be like him, much like the Palestinians. But for the grace of God, there go I. To whom much is given, much is required. If prayer moves the hand of God, then failure to pray will, at the very least, be held to our account.