Prayer

"I’m just a mum, standing in the shower, praying her toddler doesn’t find her."
I did not want to believe in God after my mother passed away. But miracle upon miracle has turned me to the faith she wanted me to have.
We cannot let the actions of a few be representative of the 22% of the human race that identify as Muslim, but neither can we let them dictate the way in which we live our lives. By hiding the aspects of our faith that we hold most dear, we miss the opportunity to show those of other faiths and cultures the other side of the coin through our daily interactions with people at work and at school.
Prayer is really no more than focused hope; the real question is, on what does that hope focus? For the true believers, to hope that God will step in is too often an abdication of any responsibility for action. We pray for the hungry, but refuse to offer them bread from our own loaded plates. When hope is located in the heavens, the earth is left to perish.
Joining any religious community is fraught with culture shocks and the danger of committing unforgivable faux pas. As one of the best Muslims in the country - possibly the world - I'm in a strong position to give some pointers about what Lindsay can expect should she officially decide to join the faith.
Humanity needs the Christ too much for humble hearts to give up on God and sacrifice the hope of genuine, Christian healing.
In reality, Christians merely make excuses for God's inactivity. The truth is that God is no longer in the miracle business, and nor was he ever, in all probability.