Some years ago, a painting was shown in a London art gallery. As you viewed it from a distance, it seemed to be a monk with head bowed and hands clasped in prayer.
But, upon close inspection, you would see a monk that is squeezing an orange over a small glass as he looks down upon it.
Could that painting be a picture of us? Could it be that when we pray, all seems right - from a distance - but upon closer inspection, we are actually doing something else?
From Bruce Ball’s Sermon: Passionate Prayer