Pray! It Works.
It was a time, a tough time, back in the 70s, for me. I was a teenager. Things were tough. Like many young people who were lost, I didn't know what to do with me and my life. I was frustrated. Angry with God. And of course, with everything else too.
My life in the earlier days was filled with unusual events and injustice.
With all the challenges I had and frustrations from everything that was done wrong to me, I was lost and didn't know what to do.
One day, I was on a train, in New York. I was so frustrated, facing the back end of the train, with the training going forward behind me, I was in one of those frustrated moments and asking angrily, while looking down, "God! What should I do?!?"
And just at that exact same moment, I looked up and turned my head to the left as to look out of the window to look at the sky, and there, a big huge humungous sign, the size of the top half of a building to my left with a big banner on it and it said, "Pray. It works."
Lord, I shut my mouth from complaining at that moment and started to look down, puzzled. "What? He heard me?"
Yes, He heard me and gave me the answer immediately.
I started praying and in my prayers, I complained. I cried. I told God all that has been done wrong to me. Things that are unfairly and injustly. I asked God to help me. And my list just went on and on. Looking back in time. God has answered many of the requests I've asked. And I have kept my side of tasks: I pray. Everyday I pray.
It's a miracle to me that when my life was at its lowest, God came through and guided me.
He guided me with the immediate answer to my demanding question.