But now, after 36 years of practice, I’m rethinking prayer. In the interest of full disclosure, let me say that I’m not a “lose the keys, pray for keys, find the keys” sort of guy by nature. When I hear those sorts of stories, I am more likely to roll my eyes than dab with a Kleenex. Nevertheless, I have a confession to make: I suffer from Enos Envy (E.E., for short).
You all know the story: Enos was a young man who, while raisedenos_praying with a knowledge of the truth, found himself having strayed from it. Then, while out hunting, he had epiphany of sorts, which left him with a heart full of joy and a soul that “hungered.” Overwhelmed with these rushing emotions, Enos prayed. And prayed. And prayed.