An enduring child hood memory was listening to long prayers at church. People seemed so fervent, so earnest. Brother Henry Tomlinson used to punctuate his prayers with “Our Heavenly Father…” We kept count - and one night during a closing benediction he used the phrase 76 times.
When I was in college, the pattern continued. We were entreated to pray long prayers, filled with conviction, to demonstrate our sincerity.
Falling in a preachers, this habit was only re-enforced. No preacher worth his seminary degree would think about offering a prayer for a meal that lasted less than 8 minutes. Blessing on significant ocassions - Thanksgiving, family gatherings with sinners present, the dedication of the new Coke machine at the high school, Rotary luncheons - were times when prayers need to stretch out for 10 to 15 minutes. These prayers were often less conversations with God and more opportunities to preach sermons wrapped in the disguise of prayer.
The other day, I was nodding off during the Georgia- Alabama game (I was pulling for Alabama, but I am reminded of what Larry Munson, the great Georgia broadcaster once said when asked who he favored between Yale and Harvard, “Neither - you are both Yankees and I hope you both lose) when I felt a sense of great peace - the presence of God. Several names came into my mind - people I knew I needed to pray for. I turned off the game and for a few minutes voiced a prayer to my Father in heaven.
Here’s what I learned. Sometimes prayer needs to be fervent and earnest. Sometimes, our hearts need to be stilled and open - so we can hear from God about who should be on our prayer list.





