As should be fairly obvious at this point, I am a Christian. Every week, I encourage the men I meet with every week to pray; to lift up their concerns to the Lord who knows all things. But this past week has been particularly trying for me and I seem to have much to wrestle with regarding the habit of prayer. I often second-guess myself and ask whether I am praying enough. And, yet, we pray.
I'm not entirely sure how long I have been waiting for the release of the post-L.A.E. interviews schedule. See, the thing about waiting for something this important is that it kills you slowly and steadily. Like the creeping fingers of cold in the first days of winter, or its slow-leaving lingering wake. How long do I have to wait, and will I be accepted in or do I have to accept denial again with dignity and maintain composure?
Everyone, myself included, would have to admit that worry is a common temptation in life. Somehow, living in this broke world makes us want to worry even if we don’t really want to. And, worry is a sin. Jesus prohibited worry during His Sermon on the Mount, and three times did He command us to not worry! He understands that worrying is a common practice, and that we should stop being so worrisome. Instead of worrying, we ought to be thankful for what we have and lift up our concerns to the Lord.
I’m not fond of writing things full of “I”, “I”, “I’s”, but I find that I can account for hours upon end of time spent worrying. Those are hours I will never regain. If I worry, what sort of faith do I manifest? It is embarrassing to admit, but it is probably little faith. Think about it this way: a Christian that worries believes the God can redeem him, break the control of the Enemy over his life, free him from sin, and give him eternal life in heaven; but God would be unable to help him resolve the little things, like a fight or a few money problems.
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