Do you remember the best meal that you ever had? How about the worst? I certainly can remember the most interesting.
It was 8 years ago and we were at the orientation session for missionary candidates. It was Sunday and we were given instructions about a visit to China town in Toronto which included a meal in an authentic (not Westernized) Chinese restaurant and then ending up in a true Chinese worship service.
We went into the restaurant and when we looked at the menu nothing made sense. So we ordered. Rice came with everything but I had ordered jelly fish. It was raw and like rubber - very difficult to eat.
I think prayer is like that. Not that we end up getting what we don't like but rather trusting someone else with what we don't know. To often our prayers are like going to Burger King and placing the order "my way". Sadly that is the way most Westerners pray while Easterners have learned to trust rather than control.
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