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Struggling To Pray in Crazytown?

I honestly don’t remember when I moved to Crazytown. It’s been years. But I do remember first visiting back in college.

Back then, Crazytown consisted of writing papers, eating cheap pizza, working, trying to impress girls, doing homework, playing Super Mario Kart, sleeping, and every so often, going to class. Four years of pure happiness.

Little did I know that my visits to Crazytown were just beginning.

After college, I got married. This meant having to think about someone other than myself. Then, somehow, our first baby showed up. As it turns out, babies aren’t delivered by storks.

Then a real job. Like, a real one. More responsibility. Deadlines. Crazytown. It’s where I lived then, and where I still live today. It’s all that I know.

Sound familiar? Oh, you live here too? I thought I saw you around.

In the midst of juggling sixteen different things at once, who has time for God? More specifically, in the midst of Crazytown, who has time to pray?

The apostle Paul wrote a really helpful letter to a group of Christians in a city called Thessalonica.

Near the end of Paul’s letter, he told people what their lives, our lives, should look like as followers of Jesus. One thing he mentioned was this:

“Pray without ceasing.”

Come again?

Without ceasing. Continually. Always. It can also be translated as, “Never stop.”

Oh, okay. Wonderful. This pretty much seems…impossible.

Truth be told, we will always be able to find reasons why we don’t have the time (or energy) to pray.

Whether you’re a college student, a stay-at-home mom, a second-grade teacher, a pastor, or a busy grandma, each of us can come up with an argument for why our life is out of control.

So finding time to pray isn’t easier for some than for others. That’s a cop-out answer. Life is so busy that we need to talk with God every day. Even when life is nuts, we find time for the things we value. Prayer can be one of those things.

Pray without ceasing.

It opens communication with the One who created us and knows us better than we know ourselves, the One who knows the ins and outs of life.

How can I not? I want to. I need to. I mean, have I mentioned where I live?

How will you make time to pray in Crazytown?


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