[R]eal prayer is not an excuse for laziness but, in fact, is one of the most arduous engagements I know of in ministry. Prayer is not a replacement for hard work but, in most cases, empowerment for even more fruitful work.
For what is the amount of all his prayers, but an attempt to make the Almighty change his mind, and act otherwise than he does? It is as if he were to say – thou knowest not so well as I.
Pray without ceasing, say all you can to God and lay all your difficulties before him. He’ll take away your tears and make a way where there seems to be none. Wake up and do it!
I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn’t wake him to share in my distress.
I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.
Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still,
and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed,
covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses,
and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel,
and prayed like an orphan.
Prayer is simply a constant communion with Christ.
If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.
Holy communication, Holy life.
If you pray with your knees bow, you surrender to God.