A small cathedral outside Bethlehem marks the supposed birthplace of Jesus. Behind a high altar in the church is a cave, a little cavern lit by silver lamps. You can enter the main edifice and admire the ancient church. You can also enter the quiet cave where a star embedded in the floor recognized the birth of the King. There is one stipulation, however. You have to stoop. The door is so low you can't go in standing up. The same is true of the Christ. You can see the world standing tall, but to witness the Savior, you have to get on your knees.--Max Lucado
Don't you love these words? The truth in them resounds beyond their humbleness.
Every morning, every evening, and many times in between, I pray. Sometimes though prayers are uttered while I am not on my knees literally, but always, always, I am on my knees in spirit, as I supplicate the Father for His mercies and blessings, and, I'm afraid, less often, as I thanki Him for those same mercies and blessings.
The Lord Himself was frequently found on His knees, while He washed His apostles feet, as He knelt to offer a blessing upon a sick individual, as He prayed in the Garden.
This I know for sure: when we are on our knees in prayer, we never stand so tall.