The Devil has a lot of really good ideas that appeal to our already compromised flesh, these disguise themselves as good intentions or viable excuses given the world we live in:

Sleep in. Someone else will do it. Are you trying to be super-spiritual? Don’t get fanatical. Hey, you gotta make money to live! It’s too hard. You’ve tried that before, it didn’t work. God doesn’t answer YOUR prayers. You can’t just pray and pray ALL THE TIME, that’s impossible.


Prayer is MORE than just praying; prayer IS intimacy with the divine. Prayer is touching the mind of God in a radically transforming affair. Prayer is the whispered communication between lovers. It is bold and beautiful and unlike any form of conversation attainable this side of heaven. Prayer is eye-opening, ear-deafening, stimulation to every sense that we posses…all to remind us that He says what He means and means what He says…underneath ARE the everlasting arms…He really IS attentive to the cries of His people…the Spirit really DOES interpret the moanings and groanings of our innermost being…HE. IS. ALIVE.

Amongst the dwellings of man, there is no greater an opportunity than to hole out deep, oft-extended, private times of gut-gushing prayer—our lowness crying out to His Highness. It is like time standing still when we get there. There are visions and answers and strengths and peaces and fruits on every vine to be plucked and eaten. There is rest and rejuvenation for the weary prophets of God, the embattled workman thrust in and out of the horrid habitations of other men. For them, there are cakes of angel-baked bread and flasks of Living Water and REST, true rest. And on these livid, yet sublime occasions, we can go 40 days on supernatural sustenance.

But, many times, He is met with in the wilderness…running from evil or our worry and problems and pain. Ask Elijah, ask Moses, ask Jacob…we must go to Him outside our comfort, outside our Pre-determined territories, outside the camp. The road to following a Suffering Servant is paved with men learning to pray. Teach to pray Lord, teach us to pray. Oh we are but blind, stump-legged beggars with nary a mat to carry without a school where You teach us that the greatest appendage You every did fashion is that of the knees. Teach us to mount them and speak to the love of our lives. I want to drink of You Jesus, eat at Your table…KNOW that You walk with ME beside peaceful streams and guide ME by Your rod and staff. Your comfort was designed for our intercourse. Teach me to partake often. I am Yours. I was created for Your grand pleasure. I shall not cower at anything…for Thou art with me.


About Joshua M. Brindle

Child. Father. Husband. Herald. Writer. Messenger. Psalmist. Poet-Prophet. Biker. Beard-wearer. Teacher. Pastor? Follower. Disciple. Disciple-er. Bearer of the Torche. Keeper of the Flame. Waver of the Banner. Running the race. Fighting the fight. Revolutionary...hopefully.
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