The Word of Jesus on Prayer

They ought always to pray.

— St. Mark. 18:1

If there be a God, and I am his creature, there may be, there should be, there must be some communication open between him and me. If anyone say there is a God, but one scarce good enough to care about his creatures, I will grant him that it were foolish to pray to such a God; but the notion that, with all the good impulses in us, we are the offspring of a cold-hearted devil, is so horrible in its inconsistency, that I would ask that man what hideous disregard of the truth makes him capable of the supposition!

If I find my position, my consciousness, that of one far from home, nay, that of one in some sort of prison; if I find that I can neither rule the world in which I love, nor my own thoughts or desires; that I cannot quiet my passions, order my likings, determine my ends, will my growth, forget when I would, or recall what I forget; that I cannot love where I would, or hate where I would; that I am no king over myself; that I cannot supply my own needs, do not even always know which of my seeming needs are to be supplied, and which treated as impostors; if, in a word, my own being is in every way too much for me; if I can neither understand it, be satisfied with it, not better it—may it not well give me pause—the pause that ends in prayer?