Satan, our enemy, will do anything to keep us from praying. He knows that the more effectively we pray, the more power we will have over him and his demons. Therefore, it should come as no surprise to discover that it is sometimes difficult for us to pray, to believe that prayer really works, and to have any excitement and joy in our prayer life.

This mini-drama I’m presenting will require you to stretch your imagination. It comes from my imagination, but it is all based solidly on Scripture. Sometimes we just need word pictures to help us see the unseen things, the things that are only seen with “forever eyes.” So that is the purpose of this drama.

You must picture a room of grandeur and opulence never imagined on this earth. This room is absolutely gigantic and as you enter, your eyes just cannot begin to take it all in. Everywhere you look there are emeralds, pearls, diamonds—every jewel imaginable. And the floor is made of pure gold, gleaming and glorious. The room is so bright it almost blinds you. And all over this enormous room are angels of such beauty and magnificence that they are indescribable. These angels are huge, with wingspans beyond belief, and their garments shine with a dazzling white light. There is a chorus that sings forever in this room—songs you've never heard before, more glorious than any sound you could possibly imagine.

And in the center of this huge room is a throne, which simply defies description. Nothing our human minds could imagine would ever do it justice. It is huge and impressive beyond belief. And all around this throne are myriads and untold numbers of angels praising and guarding the One who sits on the throne, God the Creator.

Now, you must picture me entering this throne room. As I come into the room, my appearance is in stark contrast to all around. I look like a scruffy kid, without any glory and beauty. I'm so insignificant in comparison to everything else going on in this incredible room that I could easily get trampled on without notice.

But as I start to enter, someone does notice me. It's the head angel, the one in charge of keeping everything just perfect. He walks up to me and says,

Angel:  Excuse me, but who are you? I think you must be lost—surely you're not planning to enter our throne room.

Mary:  Well, I know that I appear very insignificant and a bit out of place compared to everyone else, but yes, I was planning to enter.

Angel:  How can you be so presumptuous? What were you going to do in the throne room?

Mary:  Well, you see, I plan to go right up to the throne and talk to God.

Angel:  Oh, my, that would be funny if it were not so arrogant on your part. You're planning to go directly up to the throne and talk to God? My dear, look at you. Do you think God wants to talk to you? He's very busy you know—and there are many more important things on his agenda today.

Mary:  Oh, sir, I realize that and I know that it seems entirely inappropriate for me to approach his throne, but you see, he has given me a personal invitation. As a matter of fact, he has said I that may come into his presence anytime I wish, and—you really will have a hard time believing this—he said I could approach his throne with boldness.

Angel:  With boldness? But look at you. You're not worthy of being in his presence. Do you see all these angels here—they wouldn't just walk up to his throne with boldness.

Mary:  I know, sir, but you see, I'm not an angel, I'm his child.

Angel:  His child?

Mary:  Yes, isn't that incredible—I'm His child. I would have been satisfied to just be one of his worshippers from afar, but he told me that since I accepted his Son as my Savior, I'm no longer an alien, I am now his child. He has told me I can call him Father.

Angel:  Father? Can this be true? You would call God, the Creator of the entire universe, whom the angels worship in fear and splendor—you would dare to call him Father?