why I still pray

why I still pray

Am I contradicting myself so soon?

Or is there simply a fine line of tension between the meaning and objective of prayer?

Sometimes I don’t want to believe in prayer.  It seems foolish.  It’s let me down too many times.    

Sometimes, I can’t live without prayer.  Even prayers that go unanswered, sometimes, I still feel better having prayed them.

In times of crisis or joy, my natural reflex is prayer.  Now is that from how I was raised?  Or is it the Spirit crying out from inside of me?  Either way, I can’t help but look Above.

When I needed prayer the most, it let me down.  And that still bothers me.

But when I find someone in the same situation who needs prayer the most, my only reflex is to ask God to intervene. 

I don’t know if He’ll answer or not, but I’ll know that I’ve asked. 

I stopped praying because it didn’t work anymore.  But I keep praying because it’s the only thing that does work.  A contradiction?  That’s the only way I know of how to live out my faith.

If I’m lucky, maybe, I’ll come out on the other side with a limp. 

gospel of a friendship

gospel of a friendship

why I stopped praying

why I stopped praying