How’s Your Prayer Life?

I don’t consider myself an authority—and most times, truth battering arrogance, a scribe. Yes, if anything makes sense and the verb fits, praise Miss Agnes Carter, my 8th grade teacher for scribing.

One of the challenges, make that personal if not collective, is the purpose of prayer. I do pray for healing; I do pray for understanding; I do pray that others will ditch any plans they have for their self-pity party.

But…ah, the conjunctive introduction to truth…I mostly pray for partnership with God and that I have the strength to give my fullest energy to the task at hand.

That functioned most specifically in yesterdecade when pitching. We played teams so much better than we. That didn’t mean I didn’t “lean” on the slider pitch, which more than often resulted in a ground ball. Today I pray no less…for energy…to battle what I consider the reigning immorality in our lives and day. To that, I give thanks for a precious insight from Tom Ehrich. He sent this link…that I consider no less than brilliant…on what is required of us. Yes, justice and mercy, but also effort.

Not that we be effective. No! That we be devoted to helping others and that we never take away our connection to literally reaching out to those for whom life seems like a swindle…of them, their place and their efforts. I cannot imagine working for 45 years and earning $11.45/hour. Cannot imagine.

I won’t reside in the unimaginable. Nope. Will reside in confronting the “foe,” the agencies for keeping people in their place. What about you?

“Jesus promised his people an “Advocate.” This “Spirit of truth” would remind them what Jesus said and did. The Advocate would give disciples the strength to serve in the same manner. The goal wasn’t control, but mercy, justice, kindness and hope. One of the questions facing early Christians was whether this Spirit would speak to them individually, in their circles or in an institution, and how far the Spirit’s concern would reach — to the tribe or to all humanity.

But the promise was never an end to storms and suffering. The difficulties of life would shower on them as much as on anyone. The promise was courage. Jesus said, “Don’t be afraid.” The Spirit’s ultimate gift would be bravery — not perfect wisdom, not right-opinion, not the tools of power, not smooth sailing in life, but victory over fear.”

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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