During a prayer request time in the beginning of a class this morning two requests were given for parents dealing with difficult pregnancies. Please pray them. One family in California just had a baby who had a rough delivery, and ended up going brain dead. They are mourning in a hospital somewhere where another baby is in need of a heart. They are trying to make the difficult decision to give their precious child's heart to another. Here in Louisville a pregnant mother at 36 weeks is having complications and will receive an emergency c-section today. Please pray for both of these families and babies.
As I heard these requests I was overwhelmed with emotion and a need to pray. Since a seminary classroom is not always the best place to give vent to emotion (tears, etc), or prolonged and focused prayer, I left. I headed for the prayer room around the corner. As I neared it, I saw a girl in front of me talking on her cell phone. As I was about to reach my safe haven of prayer she felt compelled to continue her conversation in the prayer room. She entered, shut the door, and I heard it lock. After another 3 minutes of wandering I found a quiet place and after getting over my frustration I prayed.
I wonder, how often does technology interrupt our prayer? What if my computer wasn't constantly hooked up to the entire world? What if I couldn't call someone every time I felt lonely? What if my car stereo didn't work, and I was forced to make long (or short) drives in silence? What if tv didn't exist? Would I listen more? Would I think about God more? Would I notice beauty more?
Would there be more place to express our heart to God? Would the silence help? Would I pray more?