Too Busy Not To Pray

by Bill Hybels

Twenty years ago I reached a breaking point. I’d been a Christ-follower for more than a decade, Willow Creek was growing like a weed and in many regards the future looked bright—divinely bright even. But despite all the inspiring dynamics unfolding around me, my prayer life was gasping for breath. I knew the importance of prayer. I knew how to pray. And I even wanted to pray. I just didn’t pray, at least with the frequency and intensity I knew I should.