We are the crazy people who pray. We pray to a God who knows our names.
We are the crazy people who pray. We pray to the Creator who knows all things.
We are the crazy people who pray not to a distant and fearful lord, but One who has entered into our grief.
We are the crazy people who pray, not with tongues and signs and miracles, but with humble hearts and contrite spirits.
We are the crazy people who pray for our families, communities, our world.
We are the crazy people who pray that we might love our neighbors in word, deed, and truth.
We are the crazy people who pray against fears and anxieties, for we know it is only in the Lord we can dwell in safety.
We are the crazy people who pray for our enemies as ourselves.
We are the crazy people who pray that we might decrease so Christ may increase.
We are the crazy people who pray for love in a world of hate.
We are the crazy people who pray to a God that knows and loves us.
We are the crazy people who pray, petition, and call upon the Spirit to move.
We are the crazy people who pray for a kingdom coming ruled by a humble man seated on a donkey.
We are the crazy people who pray for justice to roll down like a river, and righteousness like a never-ending stream.
We are the crazy people who pray not for our wills, O Lord, but Thine, for yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen.
