posted on Jun, 27 2012 @ 12:00 AM
Prayer is not the synonym of petition- prayer is speaking to God whatsoever be the voice, the language, the subject of disclosure. It may be
confession, it may be adoration, it may be thanksgiving, it may be petition. If it be petition it may be entreaty, it may be deprecation, it may be
intercession, it may be for the life, it may be for the soul... prayer is the soul's language in the ear of God known to be present. A man may pray
who asks nothing; who "dwells in the secret place of the Most High" -- silent petition, counting it enough to abide under the shadow of the
Almighty, the All-Loving. The reality of prayer is the meeting of the two spirits, the "I" and the "I Am" unto communication, unto converse, unto
interchange ( with reverence be it spoken) of thought and speech of life and love.
-Very Rev. C.J. Vaughan, D. D.
"They tell us that this man of Galilee was the very eternal God clothed in flesh of man that men might see his glory."
"It is a wider society that has been led down the garden path – like the Pied Piper leading away all the children – into a world of slick media
and marketing speak that uses clever PR. It uses over a hundred years of Scientific research into social discourse and human behavior to construct
sick little control scenarios using words like “health” and “care” to cover up the evil and sick. Demented and the insane abuses."
Prayer, if I may speak so boldly, is intercourse with God. Even if we do but lisp, even though we silently address God without opening our lips, yet
we cry to Him in the innermost recsses of the heart; for God always listens to the sincere direction of the heart to Him
- Clement of Alexandria
Heaven is the magazine wherein God puts both the good and evil; prayer's the key that shuts And opens this great treasure; 'tis a key Whose wards
are Faith, and Hope, and Charity.
Prayer is helplessness casting itself upon power; it is infirmity leaning on strength, and misery wooing bliss; it is unholiness embracing purity,
hatred desiring love; it is corruption panting for immortality, and the earth born claiming kindred in the skies; it is the flight of the soul to the
bosom of God, and the spirit soring upward and claiming nativity beyond the stars; it is the restless dove on drooping wing turning to its loved
repose; it isthe soaring eagle mounting upward in its flight, and with steady gaze pursuing the track till lost to all below; it is the roving
wanderer looking toward abiding-place, where all his treasures; it is the prisoner pleading for release; it is the mariner on a dangerous sea upon
the reeling topmast, descrying the broad and quiet haven of repose; it is the soul oppressed by earthly soarings, escaping to a broader and purer
sphere, and bathing its plumes in the ethereal and eternal.
"Those who would give up liberties in order to achieve safety deserve neither liberty nor safety"