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.