The trouble with prayer is that I don’t.
Not often enough. Not long enough.
Not with enough faith or focus or earnest fire.
Not with enough trust in who God is, nor enough gratitude for what He has done. Not with enough compassion for a world that doesn’t know.
Perhaps you’ve heard the 19th century gospel song, “Sweet Hour of Prayer?” I can’t tell you the last time I devoted a simple 60-minutes to prayer. My entertainment-saturated brain doesn’t like to focus on one thing that long, not even if it’s the best one thing.
Fasting and prayer? I can’t remember the last time I did that, either. And yet…