I’m not entirely sure what the deal is with 2017 but it’s been fairly sucky for us so far. Especially the last month or two. Amongst the dramas of a car crash, tonsillitis, post-natal depression and the usual ups and downs of life, our little one has had a nasty ear infection which has given him soaring fevers and very little sleep for all of us.
Ah prayer, that thing we like to pretend that we do a lot more than we actually do.
In most of the morning prayer liturgies (routines) I use, there’s a part I have started to dread. So much so, that I think it has sub-consciously put me off using the liturgies altogether. This is often replaced with a few desperate, muttered prayers during the sprint to get to work on time.
Recently at a motorcycle rally, a stall vendor remarked that they appreciated my easy-going and slightly sarcastic approach to talking about faith. I replied, “That’s ok, I’m a professional”. In my experience, even people involved in pastoral work and Christian leadership struggle with regular prayer.