By Prayer

Another thing that we talked about the other day during the Elementary School Chapel was the fact that even the littlest of them could pray. Pray for the kids whose faces they saw and whose lives they were told about. 

While in Colombia, the only solace that I had while leaving some of these children to face another day was the fact that prayer is powerful. It's so much powerful than even I remember at times. 

But it's not just a means to an end, although there are people I care about and so I pray for them. 

What if prayer became the end itself?

There's such peace in prayer. The knowledge that Someone so much more able to and powerful than I am, can and will do things for the good of those He loves. That the One who made the Earth is just as avidly involved in the lives of the human beings who inhabit it as He ever has been. 

Prayer is also a glorious celebration. Before Jesus came, prayers were relegated to the Tabernacle (or the Temple, later on), where sacrifices were made, sins atoned for, and priests to be the go-betweens.

We had no access. And then in one glorious act, He did what no one else could do and ripped the cloth dividing the Holies of Holies from the rest of the Temple. 

He made available what had been secret and selective. 

And all around the world, people pray to Him, in different languages and ways. 

This following song is not only one of the main songs from Sid Meier's Civilization IV computer game, but also the Lord's Prayer in Swahili. 

It's such a privilege to pray.