Prayer can get weird.
Not because that’s how God intended it, but because we, being the way we are, can make it weird. Some of the strangest, funniest, and most downright bizarre things I have observed over the years happened in prayer meetings. Things we pray about, how we pray . . . it must seem bewildering to the uninitiated.
I want to emphasize that I am not mocking prayer or those who pray (I’m a firm believer in it) . . . just how we pray and some of the things we pray about. Christians can become so immersed in our own little world that we forget that some of what we do is just tradition and makes no sense to anyone not from the same background.
I plan to share some of these, and I hope you’ll share your experiences or observations as we go along. In all my stories and comments I’ll do my best to hide any identities and protect the innocent.
I’ll admit it. I have done this.
In my defense, I had not slept in over 24 hours. The pastor was taking an offering for a missionary to build an orphanage.
After drifting to the left, right, and backward – then narrowly avoiding an embarrassing (and potentially harmful) face-plant in the seat ahead of me – I finally folded my arms across the metal folding chair and laid my head down.
Don’t judge me . . . you’d have done the same.
Some time later (anywhere from 5 – 30 minutes), I was awakened by shouting and cheering. I peered blearily at my friend.
“Did they reach the goal?”
“We did! Praise the Lord, He answered your prayers!!”
I can’t tell you how close I came to letting him think that.
Someone said confession is good for the soul. The same can’t always be said of a friend’s opinion of you.
How about you? Ever fallen asleep in prayer and lived to tell about it? Seen someone who has?