The Boiler Room of Prayer

For the past two years I have lived much of my life hidden away in a Boiler Room of Prayer. What’s up with that? Truthfully it is not the most rewarding way to live. That is if you want to be recognized, valued, praised and esteemed. I do not mean by this that people don’t appreciate me living a life of prayer, they do. Many people and religious organizations verbalize value in prayer. I have thanked numerous times for being a person of prayer by people who have never come to any of our prayer events. This is OK. But it is very unrewarding to the flesh / me side of life.
I must admit that when you go to the White House or the Super Dome they do not take you to the maintenance room. In most churches the building is laid out and configured to help people find the podium, not the heating and cooling system. I heard of some world wide denomination which started a prayer room and all they could find for space was a little closet like room back in the dark corridors of the building.
I have lived down the hall from the happening and exciting things for some time now. I love the events, the excitement, the thrill. I love to see people touched and compelled to live for Christ. In fact I like the “outside” stuff so much I ask myself, “What are you doing here is the place of prayer?” Then I remember that this is where my Father has called me. This is not “some place”, this is “my place.
Often I have tried to validate “my place” by telling people how important it is. I try to get their sympathy or praise for what I do by informing them of some great service I am doing for the body of Christ. I’m trying to stop that now. Sometimes I get mad and still “put it on some one.”
I’m in “my place” right now as I write this. No one else is here. No human I mean. I have a choice to make while no one watches. Will I surf the internet, will I try to find something to entertain me in the spirit, will I pretend to pray, will I fall in love again with the Lord? I don’t know - I have two hours to go.