Growing up in a home that was irreligious (not anti-Christian, just no evidence of faith lived out), the practices of faith were never expressed in a way that I would catch them. Prayer was not an everyday practice except for the mealtime ritual speed mumbling of “Come Lord Jesus, be our guest. And let these gifts to us be blessed. Amen”. We usually said that so fast that I don’t know if I really knew what I was praying until I just wrote them above. It sounded more like, “Comelordjesus be-r-guest andletthesegiftstousbeblessed. Amen.”
Needless to say, the power of this prayer was probably lost in translation. When I came to a personal relationship with Christ at the ripe age of 17, I began to understand the part Prayer played (and plays) in a relationship with God.
Scott and I were sitting at a coffee shop this morning, enjoying fresh roasted java and I was sharing what little knowledge I’ve gained in using Twitter to develop a following for a blog. A quick glance at FriendFeed while I pointed out different social network applications and tools revealed a friends Facebook status that conveyed the need to “pray for the Powells”. We’ve got good friends named the Powell’s but it didn’t sink in that the prayer request was either for some tragedy or for that Powell family.
Caffeinated and nearly out of social networking tips, I decided to open up my work email. Scott and I were nearly wrapping up our Twitter time when another reference to the Powell family in my inbox caught my eye. Continue reading →