Stirring the Golden Prayer Pot
Our Father, Your Name must always be honored as Holy!
Above everything else, I inquire to get to the bottom of what is approved of in Your eyes. By digging up the Truth covered by the dirt of man-made traditions, similar to harvesting the underground peanuts, I have gained a better understanding and reverence for You. So I mean no disrespect with all my questions but each new answer only whets my appetite for more of the whole Truth and nothing but Your Truth.
I want Your sharpened precepts to penetrate my heart so You have something to draw out of my inner being to give to the hungry and the afflicted. May they taste (relish intellectually) how good You are and find how happy are the ones who take refuge in You!
As I strain to listen to Your Answers over the clamor of the heresy surging herds, guide me continually in true knowledge and insight so my soul is satisfied through droughts like a field with a deep well that does not dry up.
With rejoicing and singing I will report for duty as a gatekeeper of Your House every morning making sure nothing You considerer unclean will enter.
Eventually You, the True Farmer, will huge at harvest time everything that I do according to my heart’s hidden intent, whether it’s good or evil. May Your Son find the faith in me when He returns.
“They all had pots made of gold, full of special perfume, which are the prayers of the people who belong to God.”
(Revelation 5:8 NLV)
