It’s a mark of any movement of God that Satan moves immediately in opposition. Bastard that he is, he often recognizes that God’s protection and courage are with those in the center of the movement, and so he attacks their loved ones instead.

While I’ve been all excited and encouraged and enthused about reckless passion, my good friend has been going through agony these past few days. A family crisis has erupted in his son’s life, a close friend of his has been given less than a month to live due to a brain tumor, and his mom’s health is rapidly deteriorating. The guy is a wreck, but man is he praying - I can tell you his prayers are throne-shaking.

Satan sucks. And he knows it. We stand, my friend and I, and we recklessly pray, and we know the bastard is defeated.

During a conversation today, an image of reckless prayer occurred to me: praying in the throneroom of God with such boldness that you stride right up to the very throne of God and fall at his feet, praying with such passion that your arms are wrapped tightly around one of the legs of his throne, praying with such intensity that your prayer literally shakes his throne, and praying with reckless confidence in your Father’s ability to answer your prayer.

This sub category is about reckless prayers - reckless in scope and audacity, yet prayers that move God and move mountains.

This is where I’m going to post some brutally honest stuff about what’s going on in my life. My wife thinks I’m crazy to do this, I just say I’m reckless

The hope is some of this will be encouraging in a I’m-not-making-this-up kind of way… I mean, there is all the hey-that-sounds-great stuff on the reckless-passion main page, and then there’s the oh-shit-now-I-have-to-live-it part!

This is the oh-shit-now-I-have-to-live-it part

Yup, said the S-word twice…

The picture at the top of the page is significant - it reminds me of October 2004 when I had a very significant walk with God along some railroad tracks in Northborough. The experience transformed my understanding of prayer and my identity. I began to recognize the faint stirrings deep in my soul, the realization that God has been shaping me to become a man of reckless prayer - stirrings that God confirmed during that deep walk. It was around that time too that I got deeply connected with the wonderful people at the Olive Branch.
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