Life seems so screwed up sometimes. Nothing, not even in church seems to be right. I wish sometimes things were different; more vibrant, a community with a sense of belonging, where we can share freely, and worship freely.

Revival, all we pray for in camps. All that usually seems to happen in camps, but fades once real life begins. WHY?

Why is our church like this? Why are our small groups and our personal lives like this? I know mine isn't perfect. Far from it.

Week after week I cling to a hope that things will change. But by themselves.

I've come to the point where I reveal the great thought. Only this time, it isn't a stupendous climax of a great thought. Or something no one thought of before, but something so simple. It's too easy to forget sometimes. In fact, most of the times.

P R A Y E R

In short folks. Pray. Pray, for your homes, your lives, your small groups, your church. Pray as if your lives depend on it. And trust me. They do.

I need to learn how to pray more. So much more. A dependence on God changes so much. A prayerful life is one(and a very important) part of our faith.

I'll leave you with this quote from Martin Luther. It applies to much to us..who lead "busy" lives.

"I have so much to do I must spend the first 3 hours of the day in prayer"i