How To Pray While Smoking

So I walk up to my Pastor to ask him if it’s okay for me to smoke while praying (no, I didn’t do that) then he lectures me about how it seems disrespectful and how my prayers would probably not even pass through the ceiling of my room talk less of it going straight to heaven to God himself. Imagine if I had asked him instead if I could pray while smoking, he’d have most likely seen no wrong with it because one is expected to be able to pray anytime regardless of what we were doing before deciding to pray.

That’s exactly how most of us pray. The problem isn’t in what we ask for but how we ask for it. Even the bible (apologies to non-bible readers) says that most of don’t receive answers to our prayers because we ask amiss/wrongly/out of order. So we know what we want, but putting them in the way it should be, saying them as it is meant to sound becomes a challenge which ends up being the reason behind many of our unanswered prayers.

If you were God, what kind of prayers will you give answers to? What kind of prayers will sound logical and worth giving a shot to you? God is not like man of course but he has made us in his likeness so there should be more to his likeness in us other than the obvious. We have the ability to think like a god too so we have been given the ability to ask right, we just have to use it.

God himself didn’t say ‘if there was light, things would have been different’, he said ‘let there be light’ and the bible didn’t say ‘and light came a day later’, it said ‘and there was light’. You just need to ask right. Maybe that’s another thing you should pray about, how to pray right. I say AMEN to your prayers and pray that we pray right.

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