Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
On Tuesday nights in the gym next to the church and across the parking lot from where we live, we have a group of young people who come every week to play basketball. Most of them live in a housing project next door to the church. We had a good crowd last night...around 20. They play ball from about 6 until about 7:30, then have pizza. At about 7:45, our preacher, Paul, pulls them together for a devotional and prayer before they leave.
Last night, he asked how many in the room knew The Lord's Prayer. None of them raised their hand. He went on to say that even the disciples who followed Jesus everywhere did not know how to pray, so they asked the Lord to teach them. He encouraged these boys (all of them are boys) to learn how to pray. He talked about how if they only say the Our Father part, God will hear and answer.
Sometimes, I don't know how to pray. Sometimes all I can do is say Jesus, over and over. He can go beyond my words though, and hear what my heart is crying out when my mouth can't.