In the pursuits and ambitions of modern life one pursuit remains timeless and unmatched in the rewards it offers. Prayer.

Jesus told the story of some guy, it could be you, who chanced upon a field and discovered a treasure buried there. He sold all he had to buy that patch of land.

The field of prayer is worth a thousand farms. Nothing can compare to the presence of God becoming real in your everyday experience.

The joy of prayer is a discovery that becomes a sell-all proposition. It calls for wholehearted commitment to something money cannot buy. Selling all to own the field!

“The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure that a man discovered hidden in a field. In his excitement, he hid it again and sold everything he owned to get enough money to buy the field.” (Matthew 13:44 NLT)

Life pulls your heart in many directions, hooked on promises of happiness and fulfilment, we’re tugged from one thing to another seeking satisfaction.

Fulfilment doesn’t reside in things. It’s not packaged like the holiday you think will make your soul sing. You don’t need to travel there, or take out a loan to purchase it. It’s right here under the place your feet are presently planted.

The cost is time. Time is life spilling through your fingers. Where will you choose to spend it?

The field is ready for the taking. Present. Waiting for your presence.

Prayer carries us to a place so manifestly other-worldly that previous pursuits pale in the light as reality breaks through the worldly haze. Jesus is real, God is present and speaking, the Holy Spirit is with you and in you!

No greater service can be rendered to mankind, no great skill encouraged or obtained. The mystery of prayer remains only mysterious to those who have never taken the time to dig into its treasures.

Once you start digging, taking time behind the curtain, shutting out the noise and tumult outside in the world, you’ll begin to see the beautiful simplicity found only in the face of the Saviour.

To look upon Jesus, to taste his goodness, to partake of His victory and peace, is a field I’ll gladly sell my farm for!

Reputation is a small price to pay to enter His courts.

Opportunities and pursuits on the periphery of the field of prayer seem pallid in comparison to the fruitful delights He offers His lovers.

Anaemic avenues leading to glamor, fame, or fortune, are dirt roads to nowhere compared to the highway of holiness spilling hungry seekers into the joys of His presence.

Yes, this field is worth all I own. This field of uncultivated power, joy, peace, and love, is incomparable in potential. Let my hand take the plough and drive firm furrows into the soil of relationship with the King. Let my lips sow seeds of adoration that grow up into fruit-bearing trees of healing. Let my tears water the ground in repentance and thanksgiving.

Let this field be cultivated in the warm light of God’s grace through Jesus Christ.

Let this field of prayer become my sanctuary from the storm.

Let its treasures satisfy my craving for significance.

Its furrows, vines, and fruits, satiate my hunger for a life that counts.

Yes, no other field I have ever found has so fascinated my heart, so fully captured my curiosity, so completely possessed anything closely worthy to a lifelong pursuit, as the beautiful, indescribable, delightful, majestic field of prayer.

Have you visited your field today? I hear that there’s treasure hidden there!