I used to think the more I prayed the better things would turn out.
That is pretty much based on the scripture knock and it shall be opened to you.
Add this to the American culture conducive to performance and productivity, along with books written on someone’s experience of answered prayer, well… there you have it.
It wasn’t only the death of my son that got me wondering, but other prayer worthy situations which began balancing earnest prayer with just as much earnest acceptance.
Some of us have neglected the Lord’s prayer because of its common place of rote recitation. Words we might become desensitized to.
But the word of God stands forever. Each time it is spoken it has the power to refresh and regenerate.
Human nature is attracted to new ways of doing things. Bigger and better. Faster and sleeker. Out with the old and in with the new.
Those things excite our emotions – often fleeting and not solid enough to anchor.
When I have been faced with great difficulty and sorrow, I have been drawn to writers from decades ago. Elisabeth Elliot, Amy Carmichael, C.S. Lewis, Oswald Chambers, and others. I feasted on these books alone in my room when Chris died.
Our world has progressed in many wonderful ways. Yet, we need wisdom in what is good and what is not. And wisdom comes from God.
Nothing is new under the sun. When pain comes to us, we need to hear from people who knew pain.
New isn’t always better.
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2 thoughts on “the more I prayed.”
I love this post. The Lord’s Prayer is my favourite – particularly because in the darkest grief ridden dayes I’m often lost for words. But you’re right – the familiarity of it is so comforting when your world as you know it has changed so much.
Thank-you for reading and I am glad you are also comforted from the Lord’s Prayer.
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