Has not praying ever worked for you?

Question

If so, please share your story.

Answer 1

Once, when I was thinking about kneeling to pray and decided against it because I don't believe in god, a bus came flying down the street exactly where I would have been kneeling. Not praying saved my life and it could save yours too! Just say no!!

Answer 2

Absolutely! When I don't pray, the answer is either Yes, No, or Wait. You have to be patient. Sometimes the answer is yes and it happens right away, sometimes the answer is no, sometimes if you just wait a while, you get it after all. You just have to remember not to pray and the answer will always be Yes, No, or Wait.

Of course... you get the same answers if you pray to, say, a jug of milk.

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Answer 3

Self reliance has always worked for me. I've never tired praying. Does it have a better track record? Maybe I'll win the lottery!

Answer 4

Constantly

Answer 5

I almost didn't answer this question but because of the irony of it here it goes.
To think that we can have something work for us without doing anything to cause it to work is shear foolishness.
But this is the way most think isn't it. We have became a society that wants to do nothing and yet recieve benefits for it, Haven't we.

So my question to you? Have you?

Answer 6

It's working fine

Answer 7

Who said you could be a turkey? There ain't room on here for two of us.

Answer 8

yes it does many times.....i trust in the LORD and many times i ask HIM not to fail me and He obviously dosent i pray to GOD to help me be good and open my understanding and im so happy for the things HE's shown towards me

Answer 9

God hasanswered all my prayers.




This story
was written
by a doctor
who worked in Africa.




THE POWER OF PRAYER.




One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby.

I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she continued by adding, "And while You are at it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know that You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" ! I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything.
The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there?



The only way God could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland.

I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived near the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.

Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."


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Answer 10

Yes, for the worst.