Daily Effective Prayer

I knew I needed to make a phone call. The number had been sitting in my contacts for days. Nothing catastrophic had happened, nobody was threatening anybody, and there wasn't some enormous family feud worthy of its own television series. I'd simply handled something badly, knew I'd handled it badly, and didn't particularly want to hear myself admit it out loud. So naturally I prayed about other things. Quite a few things, actually. I prayed for my family. I prayed about work. I prayed for somebody who was having a difficult time. I thanked God for several things and probably found another legitimate request or two hiding somewhere in my head. Very productive prayer. Except for the phone call. I knew what was happening too. That's what made it worse. There are times when we don't know what God wants us to do. I've experienced plenty of those. This wasn't one of them. I knew. I just didn't want to do it. There Are Prayers That Feel A Little Dangerous “...

I answered too quickly the other day. The question wasn't difficult. Nobody was trying to corner me. Somebody asked if I could do something, and before I'd really thought about what was involved, I heard myself saying, “Yeah, I can do that.” Then came the details. Of course there were details. A date I hadn't considered. Preparation I hadn't considered. Another commitment I'd completely forgotten about until roughly thirty seconds after agreeing. I walked away thinking, Why didn't you just say, “Let me think about it”? Apparently those five words are much harder for me than they should be. I've prayed about major decisions before. I've prayed about where to go, what to do, whether to move forward with something, whether to wait. What I haven't done nearly enough is pray about my mouth before the decision comes out of it. Some Of My Problems Started With A Sentence That's uncomfortable to admit. Not every stressful situation in my life was imposed...

I noticed something about myself that I didn't particularly like. I'm really good at praying when there's a problem. Give me uncertainty and suddenly I'm talking to God all day. A difficult phone call coming up? I'm praying. Somebody I love is struggling? Praying. Something happens financially that I wasn't expecting? I'm probably praying before I've even figured out exactly what happened. Then things settle down. Everybody seems okay. Nothing urgent is happening. And somehow I get quieter. I don't deliberately decide I need God less. It isn't like I wake up and think, “Everything's going pretty well, Father, I'll take it from here.” But sometimes that's basically how I live. That bothers me. I Realized It On A Completely Normal Day Nothing happened. That's actually why I remember it. I had finished some work, taken care of a couple of things around the house, answered messages, and gone outside to deal with something I'd been...

I noticed something about my prayers recently that I didn't particularly like. There was a lot of me in them. My decisions. My family. Things I needed wisdom about. People I wanted God to help because whatever they were dealing with affected me too. Even some of my prayers for other people, if I'm being completely fair, eventually wandered back toward how their situation was making my life harder. I don't think there's anything wrong with bringing our own needs to God. Jesus told us to ask. Scripture is full of people doing exactly that, sometimes very urgently. But I started wondering when I'd last spent any real time praying for somebody who couldn't do anything for me. That question hung around. A few days later I was waiting for someone outside a medical building. People kept coming through the sliding doors, some moving quickly, some slowly, and one older man came out carrying one of those clear plastic hospital bags with his belongings inside. He sat on a ...