Ministry can be a grind. It can feel like a desert. I find that every day, God puts before me two rocks and asks me to choose: Will you trust me and let me show you the next step, or will you try to achieve victory on your own?
Every Christ-follower has heard the call to pray. Yet, if we’re honest, prayer is not easy, and obstacles to prayer abound. In our sinful self-reliance, we hesitate to ask for help in any area of our lives. We want to rely on our own time, talents, and abilities. Maybe we believe the lie that prayer doesn’t work, or we blame our (self-induced?) busyness. These statements are all common justifications for our prayerlessness.
This guest post comes from one of our Summit members, Sarah Short, inspired by a recent message on finding rest. I spent some time last...
You don’t have to know the best words for each situation. Sometimes simply how you pray—sad and heartbroken—might be all that is really needed. Simply acknowledging to God, in front of your children, that things aren’t as easy for our brothers and sisters of color can raise some great conversations. It sets the context for race conversations in our kids’ minds. After all, I’d much rather stumble through my words with them than trust society to do it for me.
A couple weeks ago, on the coldest day in Raleigh’s history, we walked down the walkway and into a room of prayer. We sat around a table with two other men, joined later by another, and we prayed. For an hour. We prayed. And it was incredible. There we were, four of us, and every preconceived notion I had about praying, only praying, was shattered in that hour.