Prayer is simply a constant communion with Christ.

There comes a point where you need to lose your religion in order to restore your relationship.

Prayer is meant to happen everywhere. After all, Daniel prayed in the lion’s den. Jonah prayed in a fish’s stomach. Elijah prayed in the desert. And Jesus prayed on the cross.

Shalom is the medicine I’d prescribe for Jerusalem—a deep, God-breathed indwelling of peace and prosperity and blessing. An end to the unrest and a sense of wholeness is what the Holy City needs. It’s what the Middle East needs. It’s what I need.

Nowadays when we bow our heads before meals, we no longer say grace—we receive it.

Somewhere, somehow, at some unknown intersection between prayer and work, God indwells our humble offering—God indwells us—and turns human actions into spiritual awakenings.

There’s nothing like breaking the law to hear from the Lord.

Changed people change nations.

Prayer changes us because that’s what relationships do.