There’s a conversation.
I know I talk and God listens. I believe God speaks. I try to listen. I don’t know how that works. Not really.
In worship last weekend I heard a familiar phrase: “Jesus, we invite you into this place…” and I thought, “Why are we inviting Him when we know He’s already here?”
I realized He doesn’t need the invitation, but we need the reminder of His presence. I think that’s sort of what happens when I pray.
And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. (Luke 12:29-31)
I used to think prayer was about asking for stuff, which seemed silly since God knows what I want, and what I need, before I ask. It was like God wanted me to endure some prayer ritual of asking the question anyway.
God doesn’t need my prayers. He doesn’t need anything. He wants me to be in relationship with Him because He loves me and He knows it’s good for me. Prayer, conversation, interaction, don’t help God. But they’re essential for my spiritual peace.
So I think prayer’s about asking for stuff and telling Him how I’m doing and asking Him to make me part of what He’s doing. It’s about inviting Him to be part of everything, because He already is and because the reminder helps me. And it’s about listening.
I don’t think my prayers change God.
I know they change me.
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