Tag: Prayer

by Maria L. Evans In my mind, Mack’s situation was different from that of a starving child or a civilian wounded in war. He was

The idea that every single thing going on around me, matters, was a new concept. I’ve always felt so much of what I did in my life didn’t matter much at all. Who cares what I ate for breakfast? What does it matter to you if I get five hours of sleep or seven?

Just as the storm passed over us, in the final downpour with the wind still raging, he’d driven out to the beach. At first he just sat in the car, staring as the raindrops pounding on his windshield blurred the huge waves crashing against the beach. He wondered why he was doing this, or even whether he really would. Then he got out of the car, walked down close enough that he could feel waves shaking the land and he started to pace back and forth, shouting the psalm.

All of us have times in our lives where despite our best efforts, our good intentions, and our fears for those we love, they will make their choices and we are left with no other tasks but to let them go, and “pray them home.”

Prayer asks that we Love with the brakes off, that we Lament, and that we Long. Loving, lamenting and longing ask a lot of us. Is it any wonder we find excuses to avoid prayer?