Sometimes I pray hard.  My prayers, especially when it’s just God and me alone on some country road, can be quite intense – voice filled with emotion and urgency as I plead with God to do His work in me and in our world.  To me this feels good and right; like being part of a crowd roaring, rising to its feet, as their team’s halfback heads for the goal line—“Run, run, RUN!”  Theologians call this “importunate” prayer.