I really need to get a thermos mug! . . .I notice that on many occasions my posh coffee lar-tay or latte depending where your from, is cold before I finish drinking it, today is no exception.
I have just been reading an article about a sports player who collapsed whilst playing a football match. . .
As I read I sensed my internal organs grieving, aligning with his relatives anguish.
As I continued reading it was amazing to hear many professional players and football associates say that they were praying for him also, praying that he would be well!. . .
Today I’m being extravagant I’m having another ‘latte’ but no cake! I sat with two mates last night and we consumed rather a lot of cake!
Why do we pray?. . .
I remember asking a mate of mine who isn’t a Christian whether he ever prayed, he responded “yes”
I asked him “how come!”. . .”you don’t believe in GOD!”. . .
You could see him wrestling with the question, It was as if I had struck his forehead with a latte spoon, and the shock waves were reverberating around his skull!. .
Through clenched teeth he answered “I don’t know”. . .”I just prayed!”. . .
I am sure there are many who don’t believe in GOD, who, in times of trouble or severe pain, without thinking about it cry out to God for help.
Even though both believers and none believers have a natural inbuilt instinct to pray, none believers ignore God 364 days of the year, only praying on their day of crisis!. . .
Yet, those who believe and know God exists, pray everyday, from the small things in life to the big heart wrenching occurrences that living brings. . .
Thinking about it, my mate had what I call. . .
‘Cold Latte Syndrome!’. . .
Let me explain. . .
Looking at my latte!. . .I have two choices!. . .it sits before me, hot and sweet. . .
Should I chose to consume the contents then I will have a drink that boost my senses and refreshes me, leaving me with a pleasant taste, that I can savour on my journey home. . .and, a taste that my tast buds will remember the next time I look forward to another coffee.
However, should I choose to leave my latte, it will go cold. . .The contents will become bitter, and should I then begin to consume the contents I will quickly replace the ceramic vessel onto the pine-look table, and simply leave it, not wanting to return for another.
Likewise if I only pray in times of crisis, once or twice a year, no senses are awakened, no relationship with God is formed, no trust in His power, love or provision ignited. . .
You see, when we stifle the sweet tasting experience only found in prayer, in conversation with God,
all we are left with is the familiar 364 days of uncertainty, and one or two days of desperate praying!. . .
That is why I choose to pray always. . .
do you?. . .
Or are you in need of a latte spoon to the forehead !. . .