“Oh no. Another one?” I found myself subconsciously saying every time I was expected to be at a group prayer meeting. So I started avoiding them. I couldn’t even put a finger on when it started – when I started hating prayer. I mean, how can someone who claims to love God and even works in ministry hate prayer?
I started doing it in high school. Actually, I didn’t even know what I was really doing. But I was drawn out into the wilderness. Alone. I didn’t even know what to say when my parents asked where I was going. So I’d make something up. I didn’t know how to explain it. I would drive out of town and park my car near some woods and just start walking. I didn’t have any idea where I was going, and I didn’t really care. It wasn’t just exploring for the sake of exploring, rather as if I was looking for something. As I was, I was looking for God. Continue reading