—Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (16 June, Morning: "Fire of Prayer")
Spurgeon's words convict me about my prayer life (or lack thereof). What bits pass for prayer are little more than an inner dialogue, centered squarely on myself in such a way that it would make little difference if there were a God to hear (much less speak) or not. This is not to say there aren't prayers I pray in faith and times when I listen; it's just that this doesn't form the pattern in my life that it should. I tend to crave time alone more far more than time alone with Jesus.
Such conviction is a source of hope, not despair, because it is an indication of something God wants to change in me. His power to do so is no small thing.
Some of my friend soulardent's comments from my last entry cause me to consider how much place I allow gossip in my own life. While I can't undo another's experience or repent of another's sin (nor is anyone asking me to), I can look carefully to examine where my life needs guarding and change. There are probably even cultural implications to this—much of media culture is little more than widely proclaimed gossip (be it positive or negative). Entertainment often is gossip, and news is a largely lost art. What would it mean to turn it off?