By Marcia Lee Laycock
When I first became a Christian prayer was something I knew very little about. It was what I did on those rare occasions when I thought I needed something from God (like the time I fell off a cliff and screamed, “God, help me,” as I flew through the air). I’ve been a Christian for over thirty years now and sometimes, I’m ashamed to admit, I still use prayer that way. It’s easy to slip into the “genie” method. Give me this, God, and I’ll give you that; I need this God, and you promised to help me, right? Yes, God wants us to ask, but I’m pretty sure he’d prefer it if we got to know Him a little as well.