It’s Wednesday night at 7 o’clock, we are gathered at the corner of Queens Avenue and Adelaide Street in London, Ontario to pray. We sing a couple of hymns, listen to a brief study of God’s Word then we gather in groups to pray. But the prayer time seems very sterile and safe. We pray for health issues, the pastors and missionaries and conclude with an Amen. But there is something missing. I finally have put my thumb on it.
Prayer can become very rote. We do it because, well, God created Wednesday nights for prayer meeting, didn’t he? It becomes so mechanical that we can pray whether God shows up or not. We forgot that the fundamental reason for prayer is not asking for stuff but having communion with the Creator of the universe.
Jesus taught this in his model prayer to his disciples. When we pray there…
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