The Way We Should Be Callin’ on the Lord
The Way We Should Be Callin’ on the Lord For the Men of the Sea and the Salt on Their Hands H ow should we be prayin’, lads and lassies? I’ll tell ye straight. A Christian that doesn’t pray is like a boat with no oars, driftin’ wherever the tide drags her. We’re meant to be a whole fleet of prayin’ souls, not a scattered shoal lost in the fog. In the old days, when the world was blacker and rougher than a January gale off the Blaskets, the Christians were known by one thing above all, they prayed, and they prayed fierce and steady. That’s what marked them out from the rest. And it’s the same this very day. If your prayer is strong, your faith is strong. If your prayer is weak and lazy, your faith is the same, slack as a rope left too long in the rain. The measure of the man is the measure of how he bends the knee when no one’s watchin’. P rayer isn’t some easy mutterin’ while you’re half thinkin’ of the nets or the price of diesel. It’s an art, like mendin’ a torn net proper so i...