PRAY FOR A PASSION FOR PRAYER!......ENTER HIS GATES WITH THANKSGIVING AND INTO HIS COURTS WITH PRAISE! - (Psalms 100:4)......Christian effort without fervent prayer is arrogance.
For His Glory alone!
Blog writing can be a pain, especially when the way I write in public isn't really the way I speak in private with a friend, anymore than the way I pray in public is the same as when I'm alone with Him. It simply isn't the same.
I can demonstrate for school prayer and public prayer, open every church and Sunday school class with prayer, write and read books and blogs on prayer, preach on prayer, hold classes on prayer, attend conferences on prayer, feel righteous indignation when laws are passed involving restricting public prayer, and never once truly pray with Him alone. Never once.
The casual clear crisp recitation-style of public prayer dies at the door of ones prayer closet. The manipulative preachments of public 'prayings' are revealed for what they are. And the struggle begins.
For, a struggle it is. There are none so 'spiritually mature' for whom it is not. But to evade the struggle is to evade the Prize and the glory of "praying through" (by any other name).
We are all so satisfied with so very little in Him, by convincing ourselves that what we have is so very much. Evading the strugglings. Evading the Prize of His most singular Presence.
Pray for His Greater Blessing in our lives! Pray for a HUNGER for Prayer!
He is El Shaddai..God Almighty All Sufficient! He is Adonai..Master and Lord! He is Jehovah-jireh..the Lord will provide! He is Jehovah-rophe..the Lord who heals! He is Jehovah-nissi..the Lord our Banner! He is Jahovah-M'Kaddesh..the Lord who Sanctifies! He is Jehovah-shalom..the Lord of Peace! He is..Jehovah--tsidkenu..our righteousness! He is Jehovah-rohi..our Shepherd! He is Jehovah-shammah..Jehovah is there! He is the Son of Righteousness! He is our Wonderful Counselor! He is The Minghty God! He is our Everlasting Father! He is our Savior! He is our Redeemer! He is our Rock! He is our Strength! He is our Deliverer! He is our Prince of Peace! He is our Ancient of Days! Our King of Kings! Our Great High Priest! The Perfector of our Faith! He is Immanual! Our Life Giver! Our Restorer! Our Balm of Gilead! The True Vine! The Glory of God! He is Shiloh..Peacemaker! He the King of Glory! Our Lord Mighty in Battle! Our Fortress! Our Restorer! The Lifter of our Hand! He is The Light of the Morning! The Resurrection and The Life! Our High Tower! Closer than a brother! Our Rose of Sharon! The Lily of the Valley! The Bright & Morning Star! Wonderful! Our Hiding Place! Our Resting Place! Our Sure Foundation! .....List them. Post some throughout your home & work place. Lift your hands, praise, thank, worship, and sing His Names throughout the day as you work. Write them on your heart! Love Him useing His Names as you pray!
My full and open honesty to Him can be a painful thing. Seeking out and faceing all my empty words, token prayers, and bargain-basement obedience that I call "my Christian walk". Oh, how predictable it has become. So filled with memorized form and formulas. So empty of lasting fruit and substance. It even bores me at times. What does it do to Him?
So much of "my love for Him" is little more than sporadic infatuation. It rarely costs me a thing. I seek His priceless blessings with dime-store prayers and cut-rate commitment that costs nothing, changes nothing, and isn't worth a penny more. Seeking a costless revival where repentance is a sinner's duty. Surely not mine, Lord. Surely not mine.
My love for Him is a selective thing. A picking and choosing of what I will do and what I will not. What I shall give and what I shall withhold. This oh so comfortable thing I call "loving Him". Yet He calls such "love" no love at all. My lukewarm selective obediance betrays my words and makes my love a lie.
If today I stood before Him, as I shall on that day of days, all my well-rehursed auditorium love for an auditorium Lord won't do. My half-hearted subjective and token obediance won't impress Him. How can He pour through me when I am yet so full of myself? Presuming, if it satisfies me, it satisfies Him?
Do I love Him?
The words come so easily. They roll right off my tongue. "Surely thou knowest that I love thee, Lord."
Then why is He asking again?