I was a prayer warrior. I believed God needed my 12 a.m. to 5 a.m. presence to bless me. I went to vigils despite work on Saturday mornings. For two years, I survived on 3 hours of sleep. Then I fainted at work. The doctor said my body was shutting down. Is God honored by our exhaustion? Does prayer effectiveness increase at midnight, or is that religious superstition? Can we seek God without destroying our health? When did spirituality become a competition of suffering?
