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.
Levi and his girlfriend, Kacey, were typical college freshmen. They liked to drink, party, and do all of the other things freshmen do. Levi was raised in an atheistic home and Kacey was running from her Christian upbringing as fast as her legs could carry her. Until the day the Holy Spirit whispered in my ear.