Prayer seems to be a forgotten art in the lives of many Christians. All too often, Church prayer meetings go unattended or abandoned altogether and prayer closets are filled with cobwebs. What happened to prayer? I think I may have put my finger on what caused the flame to dwindle on the altar of prayer, and how we can reignite the fire.
People are often shocked to hear I struggle with clinical depression. One dear friend, when I told him that I was depressed, stared with mouth open and said “You?! Really?!”
Yeah. Me. Sure, I’ve seen many healed of all kinds of physical and mental disorders, including depression, but I am in the process of being healed of it myself. While I have battled it off and on throughout my childhood, things really got bad for me about a year ago.
Sarah came to the university where I minister this year. Excited to start a new adventure as a college student, Sarah was also hoping that her new adventure as a college student would change something. She was lost, hopeless, depressed, and desperately trying to escape her hell of a childhood. Sarah had no idea that at school she would meet Jesus, and that He was what she wanted all along.