when men tarry in the place of prayer with broken hearts and wounded souls thirsty to reach out then revival is at the door post

It pays to pray than to ping.

I love the freedom of my wings. I love the empty space above the ground. I rejoice in my freedom. Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.

Prayer is better than pills.

Thats where thinking started where thinking stopped where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that just dreams just play. Shed been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father because God couldnt because she would never escape her need to love him.

A single prayer of yours a few words whispered on your knees in humble submission to the God of our fathers and a firm belief that what you ask will in fact be done... and the entire world changes.

All this has been happening around them all the days of their lives though they couldnt see it then one day Prayer removes the veil and everything changes. Think of it this way Picture a man whistling a tune when out of nowhere first a harmony joins then another and then suddenly he is taken up into a whirlwind of music countless instruments playing soaring complexities that the mans whistling is indeed a part of but now he begins to see how small a part the longer he listens he realizes that his is not the melody and where he had thought he was whistling alone the truth had always been the music playing though never before that moment heard and now what had been noise becomes symphony.

We do not want to be beginners at prayer but let us be convinced of the fact that we will never be anything but beginners all of our lives. --Thomas Merton

The things you have are a shared effort Gods blessings and human strength. Give thanks for the blessings in all situations.

When reading the history of the Jewish people of their flight from slavery to death of their exchange of tyrants I must confess that my sympathies are all aroused in their behalf. They were cheated deceived and abused. Their god was quick-tempered unreasonable cruel revengeful and dishonest. He was always promising but never performed. He wasted time in ceremony and childish detail and in the exaggeration of what he had done. It is impossible for me to conceive of a character more utterly detestable than that of the Hebrew god. He had solemnly promised the Jews that he would take them from Egypt to a land flowing with milk and honey. He had led them to believe that in a little while their troubles would be over and that they would soon in the land of Canaan surrounded by their wives and little ones forget the stripes and tears of Egypt. After promising the poor wanderers again and again that he would lead them in safety to the promised land of joy and plenty this God forgetting every promise said to the wretches in his powerYour carcasses shall fall in this wilderness and your children shall wander until your carcasses be wasted. This curse was the conclusion of the whole matter. Into this dust of death and night faded all the promises of God. Into this rottenness of wandering despair fell all the dreams of liberty and home. Millions of corpses were left to rot in the desert and each one certified to the dishonesty of Jehovah. I cannot believe these things. They are so cruel and heartless that my blood is chilled and my sense of justice shocked. A book that is equally abhorrent to my head and heart cannot be accepted as a revelation from God.When we think of the poor Jews destroyed murdered bitten by serpents visited by plagues decimated by famine butchered by each other swallowed by the earth frightened cursed starved deceived robbed and outraged how thankful we should be that we are not the chosen people of God. No wonder that they longed for the slavery of Egypt and remembered with sorrow the unhappy day when they exchanged masters. Compared with Jehovah Pharaoh was a benefactor and the tyranny of Egypt was freedom to those who suffered the liberty of God.While reading the Pentateuch I am filled with indignation pity and horror. Nothing can be sadder than the history of the starved and frightened wretches who wandered over the desolate crags and sands of wilderness and desert the prey of famine sword and plague. Ignorant and superstitious to the last degree governed by falsehood plundered by hypocrisy they were the sport of priests and the food of fear. God was their greatest enemy and death their only friend.It is impossible to conceive of a more thoroughly despicable hateful and arrogant being than the Jewish god. He is without a redeeming feature. In the mythology of the world he has no parallel. He only is never touched by agony and tears. He delights only in blood and pain. Human affections are naught to him. He cares neither for love nor music beauty nor joy. A false friend an unjust judge a braggart hypocrite and tyrant sincere in hatred jealous vain and revengeful false in promise honest in curse suspicious ignorant and changeable infamous and hideoussuch is the God of the Pentateuch.