Summary: Experience the privilege of authentic prayer.
THE LINES OF COMMUNICATION
Th: Seeing the Unseen Christ: How His Presence Transforms Life
Pr: Experience the privilege of authentic prayer.
The ____ behavior we must have in order to experience the privilege of authentic prayer is to be…
I. PRIVATE (5-8)
II. PERSONAL (9-13)
III. PARDONING (14-15)
RMBC 4/01/01 AM
We know by the surveys that most Americans believe in prayer.
But the fact of the matter is that they believe, most don’t do it.
The reasons are various, I am sure.
Some say they believe in it, but it is more likely that they don’t think it works.
Perhaps they believe it is something you endure in church.
Other reasons may be indifference, it’s too hard, or other things are more important.
But how about you?
Do you believe in prayer?
ILL Notebook: Prayer (professional)
A woman was getting a pie ready to put into the oven when the phone rang. It was the school nurse: Her son had some down with a high fever and would she come and take him home? The mother calculated how long it would take to drive to school and back, and how long the pie should bake, and concluded there was enough time. Popping the pie in the oven, she left for school. When she arrived, her son’s fever was worse and the nurse urged her to take him to the doctor. Seeing her son like that--his face flushed, his body trembling and dripping with perspiration--frayed her, and she drove to the clinic as fast as she dared. She was frayed a bit more waiting for the doctor to emerge from the examining room, which he was doing now, walking toward her with a slip of paper in his hand. “Get him to bed,” he told her, handing her the prescription, “and start him on this right away.” By the time she got the boy home and in bed and headed out again for the shopping mall, she was not only frayed, but frazzled and frantic as well. And she had forgotten about the pie in the oven. At the mall, she found a pharmacy, got the prescription filled and rushed back to the car, which was locked. Yes, there were her keys, hanging in the ignition switch, locked inside the car. She ran back into the mall, found a phone and called home. When her son finally answered, she blurted out, “I’ve locked the keys inside the car!” The boy was barely able to speak. In a hoarse voice he whispered, “Get a wire coat hanger, Mom. You can get in with that.” And then the phone went dead. She began searching the mall for a wire coat hanger--which turned out not to be easy. Wooden hangers and plastic hangers were there in abundance, but shops didn’t use wire hangers anymore. After combing through a dozen stores, she found one that was behind the times just enough to use wire hangers. Hurrying out of the mall, she allowed herself a smile of relief. As she was about to step off the curb, she halted. She stared at the wire coat hanger. “I don’t know what to do with this!” Then she remembered the pie in the oven.