I listened to a discussion of religious leaders on how to communicate the Gospel. Not once did I hear them mention prayer. And yet I know of scores of churches that win many converts each year by prayer alone.
He would pray…for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.
It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.
I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years – across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break because our souls are tied.
The Holy Spirit’s desire is that we become more and more dependent upon Him for every step. That’s because He wants to take us to places we’ve never been before. To heights we can’t even imagine!
Praying always means praying through things and not giving up. It means being ever-watchful and persevering in prayer in order to see breakthrough.
God wants us to be persistent in our praying. Don’t forget to spend some quiet time praying to your Heavenly Father today.
When you live by God’s Word, your life works. When you live without God’s Word, life doesn’t work. God’s Word builds you up, feeds your soul, and gives you strength, direction, guidance, hope, encouragement, and faith. Remember that He gave you His Word so that you would know Him and the way He wants You to live.
Haven’t my past sermons taught you anything?”
“Yes,” Emilie threw at him, “that you pray for those who are close to God, and those who aren’t, who need Him, you toss away like garbage.
A lot of us pray as if prayer is really twisting the arm of God or convincing God to do something. We think by saying more words we’ll talk God into it. We think, “If I say it one more time, God will agree with me.
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky-up-up-up-into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.