Prayer is…talking to my friend “The Almighty!”

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The Lord left us a sample of how we should pray. Not a directive to pray this a thousand times to bless others, Will you pray with me?
 Sometimes we forget these fundamental truths of God’s word. He does not want us to repeat His name 30 times as we pray for Him to hear us. He is The Almighty He understands us before we even form the words in our mouths. He just wants us to cry out to Him with a humble, broken, and contrite heart. Friends, we must pray believing that God loves us! We must go to Him in prayer in the same way that we would go to a friend.
  1. Sometimes we talk to our friends about the great experiences we have had.
  2. Sometimes we talk to our friends about a life crisis, and we just want to know that someone will be there to go through that crisis with us.
  3. Sometimes we talk to our friend for help. We go to them knowing that it is within their ability to help us.
  4. Sometimes we go to a friend just to have a person who will listen intently to us while we unburden ourselves. Sometimes just hearing what is on our hearts tell how unreasonable we are.
  5. Sometimes we go to a friend to help us understand what is happening to someone whom we love.

When we talk to our friends, do we repeat their names in every sentence? Then why do we think that we should do that when we pray to Our Heavenly Father? Mainly, because we copy the praying style of others and not the one God gave us.  Can we use any of the above scenarios when we pray to The Lord God Almighty who is our eternal life long friend? Certainly! So, remember that God is your friend. Yes, we must revere and fear Him, but we should never DREAD Him! Why? When we are in dread of someone we never truly unburden our hearts to them. God wants us to be able to do that, and He wants more than anything for us to want to do His will here on earth, just like the angels do in heaven.

GOD’S love for humanity!


This is about a modern man, one of us. He was not a Scrooge. He was a kind, decent, mostly good man. He was generous to his family, upright in his dealings with other men, but he did not believe in all that incarnation stuff which the churches proclaim at Christmas time. It just didn’t make sense, and he was too honest to pretend other wise. He just could not swallow the Jesus story and God’s coming to earth as a man. “I am truly sorry to distress you,” he told his wife, “but I am not going with you to church this Christmas Eve.” He said he’d feel like a hypocrite, so he would much rather stay home. He stayed.

They went. Shortly after the family drove away, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier and then went back to his fireside chair to read his newspaper. Minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound, then another, then another. At first he thought someone must be throwing snowballs against his living room window. When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. They had been caught in the storm and in a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly though his large land-scape window.

He had compassion for them and wanted to help them. He couldn’t let the poor creatures lie there and freeze. He remembered the barn where his children stabled their pony that would provide a warm shelter if he could direct the birds into it. He quickly put on his coat and galoshes and tramped though the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on a light. But the birds did not come in. He figured food would entice them in. He hurried back to the house to fetch bread crumbs to sprinkle on the snow, in order to make a trail to the yellow-lighted wide-open doorway of the stable. But to his dismay the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flop around helplessly in the snow. He tried catching them. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around them waving his arms. Instead they scattered in every direction—except into the warm, lighted barn.

Then he realized they were afraid of him. “To them,” he reasoned, “I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know they can trust me, that I’m not trying to hurt them, but to help them.” How? Any move he made tended to frighten them, confuse them. They just would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because they feared him. He thought, If I could mingle with them and speak their language and tell them not to be afraid and show them the way to the safe, warm barn. But I’d have to be one of them so they could see and hear and understand. If only I could be a bird myself. At that moment, the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind. He stood there listening to the bells playing “Adeste Fidelis,” pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. And he sank to his knees in the snow. At last, he understood God’s heart towards mankind, and he fell on his knees in the snow. He had come to know the One who became one of us just to save us.

McRaney, Will (2003-05-01). The Art of Personal Evangelism (p. 23-25). B&H Publishing. Kindle Edition.

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