So, wait.
If I clean out a closet.
And cover it with post-it notes.
And talk directly to Satan.
(even though that’s forbidden in Scripture)
I’ll get everything I ask God for?
Huh.
Kind of like Richard Foster promises in his ridiculous books.
No wonder I’m still infertile.
I’ve been praying WRONG all these years.
Huh.
(this post brought to you by lots of sarcasm. please avoid the movie War Room, Beth Moore, Priscilla Shirer, the Word of Faith movement, Richard Foster, and oh, well, just read your Bible. THAT is not sarcasm.)
