Orange Barrels, 6AM, And Complaints

You've heard the phrase "cheaters never prosper", well another phrase rings quite true "complainers never prosper".  Yesterday morning, our local group of pastors met at my church for our weekly gathering to talk about "official" pastor things and to solve the problems of the world (okay, maybe I'm stretching this a bit so suffice it to say we met, drank coffee, and talked... a lot).  At one point our discussion was focused on the importance of praise in the lives of Christians.  For some reason that small discussion stuck in my mind as I went for my morning run today, but only after I sprained my ankle from thinking I was superman and could jump the hole the excavator had dug the day prior.  Needless to say, spraining my ankle caused me to utter a few words that were, shall we say, a little less than pastoral ;0)  and I continued to walk (ok, hobble) and began to complain how much it sucked that my ankle was sprained and how much I have been trying to get back into shape and how much I want to be able to gain strength in running, etc. etc.

As I walked about another block or so, I had a flashback to yesterday's conversation with my colleagues about praise (see, it's their fault).  I quickly realized that complaining was not going to make my ankle feel any better, and griping about what could have been is simply lost time.  So, I began to utter words of praise to God - a prayer of sorts, as I walked along.  I began to thank God that I had the opportunity to awaken to this new day, that I had legs to run with, and an ankle to sprain!  I even voiced praise to God for the construction, that we will have a new road to enjoy very soon (hopefully! - quasi complaint).

After engaging in this exercise of praise and prayer for a short while, I began to pray for people.  Names and situations came to my mind and I simply prayed.  I prayed for the construction workers, for those driving to work, and for my family and friends.  Now, I am no stranger to prayer and I try to pray whenever I am out riding my bike or out for a walk or run, but this time prayer was different, prayer was not a "to do" to check off my list, prayer was who I was.  I wonder what our lives would be like if we made praise and prayer more than something we do, and instead make the practice of praise and prayer something we are - maybe we would be "pray-ers and prais-ers".

How might the world really be changed for Christ if Christians stopped complaining and worrying about always being right and really began to live out our calling to live lives of prayer and praise? Think about it...


  1. I had a time like that last Friday morning. It was wonderful.


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