Sunday, October 10, 2010

"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."

While sitting in Moe’s Kitchen (a healthy & delicious restaurant in Green Hills) for several hours earlier today, my pen rapidly began to scribble down the cries of my heart.

There have been phases in life when I have questioned the act of prayer; how and why we speak in order to somehow communicate with God--a "being" that even the best theologians struggle to articulate concrete statements about. Over the course of time, I have found myself in several different roles in relation to the act of prayer: the one being prayed for, the pray-er, the by-stander in the presence of a group where prayer is taking place, the doubter as people pray; the list goes on…

But the more time goes on, the more convinced I am of how powerful it is.

Particularly when we speak or write words with very identifiable questions/claims/praises/proclamations etc., unexplainable things take place. Even when "answers" do not look as we expect them to, prayer ALWAYS sparks revolution and healing; in one way or another. It is often only in hindsight that we see the ways that God reveals Himself. And it’s REMARKABLE to review the way life unfolds itself in correlation to prayer.

It is only as I have been away from home for a couple of years and reminisce through journals of the past that I recognize the depth of this truth in my own life...

I have seen the "impossible" become reality TIME AFTER TIME AFTER TIME.
...Why am I so quick to forget?

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