What’s the point of prayer? Is it to get what we ask for? If not, what is the purpose of making requests?
When I was about ten or eleven years old, I stopped being able to fall asleep easily at night. I’d on my bunk-bed instead, staring at the ceiling and thinking about hell. Where would I go when I died? I said my own version of ‘the sinner’s prayer’ every night, but it didn’t shake my fear. Maybe you can relate.
Many of you have raised questions about your own salvation. How can you tell if you’ve been saved?
We all have noble intentions of reforming our ways– it’s just that our efforts tend to crumble quickly. (Producing discouragement, then more failure, then hopelessness, then more failure… it doesn’t seem to end.) How can we change when all our previous attempts have only landed us flat on our faces?