“The RoseBouquet”

Isn’t it wonderful that Jesus gave us a little workshop on praying? First He covers where. We are not to be like the hypocrites who love to pray aloud in public in the synagogues (now it’s churches) and on the street corners, to be seen by others. They, like the show-off givers, have already got all the reward they will receive when people notice them.

Rather, Jesus says, we are to go off into a private space, even a closet with a door will do. There God will surely see and hear us, and will answer our prayers openly in front of the public.

For the how, Jesus says not to keep babbling or chanting like the heathen do who think they will be heard for their many words. Instead, we are to keep our prayers earnest, to the point, and conversational, for we are talking to our Heavenly Father. He promises that if we do our praying this way, our Father will bless us and provide our needs openly.

These are not terribly complicated instructions, are they? Praying in private means shy, and timid people can communicate with God. Remember, God doesn’t approve of the conceited show offs. We don’t have to learn chants or memorize mantras, or even certain sentence structures or rhymes. All we are to do, is go off by ourselves to have earnest little conversations with God.

As Jesus’ example prayer shows, we are to be reverent, and worshipful, but we may ask our Father for whatever we need, as long as we do it with trust and gratitude. That’s something you and I can handle, isn’t it?

PRAYER: Oh Lord God, You’ve made it simple enough for even one with brain-damage to do with ease. Thank You for being so very thoughtful, and for seeking pure worship rather than the showy stuff. Often when we come to You, it is as helpless and frightened children. We’re in no state to be eloquent. We need a welcoming, loving Father to gather us up close and listen to us. I’m SO glad You prepared exactly these instructions. Now I’m eager to come.

+++++Jesus is my King+++++Jesus is my King+++++

Blessings on you Today!
Ruth Marlene Friesen

P.S. God tells me I am His own - does He ever tell you that? You can find out how by reading my novel, Ruthe’s Secret Roses