By definition, a conversation is an exchange of sentiments, opinions, or ideas between two people. Most Christians get it half right! They know how to talk to God but never have learned to listen. How audacious is that? The species with all the questions have been allowed to engage in conversation with someone who has all knowledge.

Some friends and I were asked to serve as pallbearers for a graveside memorial. It was as if the weather took a cue from the circumstance and became damp, dark and grim. We were all unaware that the thunderous torrent had caused some erosion around the already fragile graveside

Recently I’ve noticed some benevolence fatigue. A lot of folk are tired of serving, tired of giving, tired of bending. After all it’s a big burden being like Jesus! Right? Some of us are “sucking for air” so to speak. Why? Perhaps because we’ve been trying to resource what has not been sourced. The demand from everyone and everywhere is high, and the supply is low.

Revelation 21:3-5 I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. 4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” 5 And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!” And then he said to me, “Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.”

During this season of quarantine, I’ve been taking a new look at prayer. Prayer is essentially “communication with God”.

I’ve looked back at several Old Testament references when God and man converse. Here are a couple of things that I’ve discovered:

1. God initiates the conversation.

2. He starts with a question.

I love Christmas! Along with Andy Williams, I too think, “It's the most wonderful time of the year—With the kids jingle belling—And everyone telling you be of good cheer—It's the most wonderful time of the year!” However, in all its busyness, Christmas has the potential to be so chaotic that we miss the calm it actually represents. We have a choice; we can be part of the monster or the moment.