Why I Don’t Pray 5
I find it ironic that the more I pray, in which I have prayed more in the last month than probably all last semester, I realize my desperate lack of prayer. I don’t pray enough. I don’t run to the throne room of God enough to glorify Him and petition Him for help in my daily trials. I seem to think that I can make in on my own and that I don’t need to rely on the Lord.
More likely, I assume grace and take it for granted, thinking that I can live each day without praying and that God will watch out for me anyway. I can miss my appointment with Him and He will forgive me. For if nothing can separate me from the love of Christ, then what do I have to lose. All need to do is do my best to live righteously and God will forgive me where I mess up.
The problem with that thought process is that all the righteousness I can try to produce is only filthy rags. All my “good†is evil, apart from Christ. Not only am I missing the depth of total depravity, but I am also missing the point of the Gospel, which is to save sinners so that they can now live reconciled to God through our Lord. If Jesus was completely God and He still prayed to His Father, then what an amazing example that is to us. I realized that I do not truly understand the importance of prayer as Jesus did.
