One of my favorite books of the Bible is Nehemiah. I like how he prays. He gets scared, so he prays that God will help him do the right thing through his fear.
You can tell Nehemiah prays frequently because his prayers suddenly burst out while writing about his adventures in Jerusalem.
He breaks the narrative to ask God to punish the bad guys and to remember him for all his good works. Prayer is all over the book of Nehemiah. He was in a tough spot, lots of enemies. Lots of hard work and lots of sinners to work with. He needed God’s help.
Nehemiah is an example of what our lives should be. Caught up in a larger purpose, facing the enemy, continuing the work and constantly seeing our need for God’s assistance.
I think we’ve lost much of the beauty of prayer because we rarely do things that require us to ask for help. We’re too safe and comfortable, doing our thing. Apathetically pursuing nothingness.
We read “pray without ceasing” and immediately look for some theological loophole to make it mean what we don’t want it to mean. “There’s no way we can pray all the time. This is referring to the Spirit’s intercession.” Then why does he tell us to do it if it’s already being done?
When we aren’t living our lives as continual sacrifices to the Lord we certainly won’t be praying without ceasing.
Nehemiah is alive. Nehemiah prays. I like Nehemiah.