A very long time ago, I did something that was extraordinarily hard for me: I signed up to do an hour of prayer each week over requests collected by the church I was attending.
I’m sure plenty of you are thinking, “that’s hard?” Hang on for a minute and let me continue.
Each week I drove to the church for my assigned hour, which was at night. The idea conceived by the church leadership was to have someone praying 24 hours a day, seven days a week for all the requests.
The “prayer room” was actually an outside trailer with a coded door to let people in. All these years later, I can still see the structure and even remember what it smelled like inside.
I actually did fine in the beginning.
However, over time I began to feel overwhelmed by the consistent stream of anguish written down on those little cards.
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