I AM THE WORST AT PRAYING. I typed that confession, mildly hyperbolic and wholly rooted in frustration with my apparent commitment to distraction, while I half-watched the Olympics on a giant flat-screen TV.
I do not need to watch the men’s slalom more than I need to sit with Jesus, but I picked it (and even for a distraction, showed up with divided attention).
Then I thought of God, Help Me: How to Grow in Prayer – the book my friend and fellow blogger Edmund Mitchell recommended in a post he wrote about it awhile ago. I bought it the day I read what Edmund wrote. I read most of it shortly after.
Then grad school got hard until graduation. Then I wrote a book. Then I wanted to hibernate.
But I stood. I stepped away from the slalom. I searched my room for the book. I found it, buried beneath others, and finished it. The book, by Jim Beckman, who works as faculty at the Augustine Institute, is simultaneously a swift kick in the pants and an empathetic hug for whoever is “the worst at praying.” Continue reading “A kick in the pants for people who stink at praying.”