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Posts from the ‘Prayer’ Category

What’s the Point of Praying in the Car?

The other morning, I got up at 5:00 a.m., put on my gym clothes in a sleepy stupor, and got in the car.  As I pulled out of the driveway, the thought hit me: I really ought to pray more often.  Read more

A Lesson in Prayer from a Three-year-old

The other night, my three-year-old daughter sat down to eat, and she led the prayer.  It started out as a simple word of gratitude for what she was about to eat, but the way she ended the prayer struck me. Read more

The Reason I Don’t Want to Pray for People Who Get on My Nerves

The other day, my wife and I were driving down a two-lane road in the country when we got stuck behind a big ol’ Mack truck that was stuck behind a slowly-moving tractor.  We figured we would be in for a long wait – we did not anticipate, however, that we were about to watch a truck driver nearly kill somebody. Read more

Eating Just Got Really Spiritual for Me

I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I’m a fast eater.  Regardless of whether it’s a garden salad or a filet mignon, once I get my hands on my utensils, I start cutting, sticking, and scooping up food at a steady pace.  I politely shove it into my mouth and swallow, and then I either move onto the next bite or start multitasking.  Read more

Finding Jesus at a Painful Craigslist Purchase

My wife has gone Craigslist crazy lately and is finding all these great deals on furniture for our new home, which is great, but picking up the furniture can get complicated.

The other day, she told me she wanted to get this armoire from a moving sale, and I resisted. Well, anyway, I lost that battle, and the next thing I knew, I was setting Google Maps to find a gated home in the boonies of Maryland.

This was the beginning of what will go down as one of the roughest Craigslist purchases in history. Read more

Two-Year-Old Prayer Warrior

Last Saturday, I awoke to the feeling of nausea , and within 45 minutes I was hugging the toilet. With that, I began a day of wallowing around in bed and aching like I’d been given tetanus shots all over my body.

As I lay there suffering, Renee, my two-year-old, walked into my bedroom. She’s grown much more attached to me lately, and Saturday is usually a day we spend time playing together – but it wasn’t happening that day. Read more

I Need to Confess Something

There was a time in my adult life when I thought we were only supposed to confess our sins to God. I based it on scriptures like, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us of all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9).

But at some point, I ran across a more intimidating verse: “Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.” (James 5:16) (emphasis added). Read more

When God Doesn’t Heal

I had just met the elderly, heavy-set woman at the dinner party. Without any prompting from me, she told me I needed physical healing (I did; I had a long-running, chronic illness). She said the reason I hadn’t been healed was because I had allowed Satan to keep me in bondage, but if I started praying in faith, God would take my sickness away. Read more

Are We Hiding Something Behind Our Christian Lingo?

I have a Jewish friend named Jared who grew up in southern California and has minimal experience with evangelicals. Every once in a while, I introduce him to elements of our sometimes-odd subculture. The other day, a short conversation provided an opportunity to explain the all-important evangelical phrase, “I do/don’t have a peace about it.” Read more

The Magical Potion for God’s Presence (Doesn’t Exist)

Not too long ago, I was at the gym early one morning, and I felt unusually aware of God’s love and presence in my life (and that’s saying something, because the only thing I’m usually aware of at that hour is my need for more sleep).

 

Anyway, although I felt groggy, I began internally singing the words of a simple worship song to Jesus. However, I had trouble focusing on the song due to the speakers at the gym, which were blaring OutKast’s song, “I Like the Way You Move.” Read more