Not long after I prayed to receive Jesus, I became aware that a healthy Christian life is bathed in prayer. At first, my flesh rebelled against this way of living and I decided that praying wasn't really for me. I prayed when I had to. The prayers that I prayed were full of words and void of compassion, because of the position I'd prayed from.
I read the gospels; I read about a compassionate, powerful, loving God named Jesus, who'd washed me, among many others clean and given freely his own life, so that I could receive mine. Yet still, the way he prayed to his Father wasn't the way I prayed to my Father, and his works certainly were not mine.
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