I always say the Lord's prayer, after a few minutes of meditation, every morning. Every day, I ask of God: > thy kingdom come, thy will be done: on Earth, as it is in Heaven. I will weep tears of joy when that day comes. Every day, I try to make it a reality, through my own actions: manifesting his will on this Earth. I had a dream, the other night. I was going to type it out as a reply to this comment, but will save it for its own post; probably on /s/Christianity. It was a vision from God, I'm certain of this— with every ounce of my being. He was showing me that hell is real. It's all real. Those medieval paintings of demons consuming and tormenting the souls of the wicked, while they are *pleased* to be tortured and destroyed in body-and-soul: ***it's all real.*** I won't write the whole thing out, just yet, but I experienced it first-hand— the trash-compactor/compost-bin of reality. God will win, in the end. I'm as certain of this as I am that the sun will rise in the morning.