There was so much I wanted to say in Sunday's sermon that I just didn't have time for.  Building our relationship with Jesus is such a central part to life, faith, and everything.  One whole area that I didn't even touch on was how it requires discipline to develop that relationship.  I want to share with you a journal entry that I found in a book entitled Disciplines of a Godly Man, by R. Kent Hughes.  The journal entry is from a man named Sidlow Baxter who was struggling with consistency in his daily time in prayer.  He describes the struggle in an insightful and humorous way.

As never before, my will and I stood face to fae.  I asked my will the straight question, "Will, are you ready for an hour of prayer?"  Will answered, "Here I am, and I'm quite ready if you are."  So Will and I linked arms and turned to go for our time of prayer.  At once all the emotions began pulling the other way and protesting, "We are not coming."  I saw Will stagger just a bit, so I asked, "Can you stick it out Will? and Will replied, "Yes, if you can."  So Will went, and we got down to prayer, dragging those wriggling, obstreperous emotions with us.  It was a struggle all the way through.  At one point, when Will and I were in the middle of an earnest intercession, I suddenly found one of those traitorous emotions had snared my imagination and had run off to the golf course; and it was all I could do to drage the wicked rascal back.  A bit later I found another of the emotions had sneaked away with some off-guard thoughts and was in the pulpit, two days ahead of schedule, preaching a sermon that I had not yet finished preparing.

At the end of the hour if you had asked me, "Have you had a 'good time'?"  I would have had to rely, "No, it has been a wearying wrestle with contrary emotions and a truant imagination from beginning to end."  What is more, that battle with the emotions continued for between two and three weeks, and if you had asked me at the end of that period, "Have you had a 'good time' in your daily praying?"  I would have had to confess, "No, at times it has seemed as though the heavens were brass, and God too distant to hear, and the Lord Jesus strangely aloof, and prayer accomplished nothing ."

Yet something was happening.  For one thing, Will and I really taught the emotions that we were completely independent of them.  Also, one morning, about two weeks after the contest began, just when Will and I were going for another time of prayer, I overheard one of the emotions whisper to another, "Come on, you guys, it is no use wasting any more time resisting: they'll go just the same."  that morning, for the first time, even though the emotions were still uncooperative, they were at least quiescent, which allowed Will and me to get on with prayer undistractedly.

Then, another couple of weeks later, what do you think happened?  During one of our prayer times, when Will and I were no more thinking of the emotions thatn of the man in the moon, one of the most vigorous of the emotions unexpectedly sprang up and shouted, "Hallelujah!" at which all the othere emotions exclaimed, "Amen!"  And for the first time the whole of my being--intellect, will, and emotions--was united in one coordinated prayer-operation.

May you and I have the "will" to overcome the emotions and to develop a daily discipline of talking and listening to the Lord!