I've always found surfing competitions abstract. It's like holding a prayer competition. The activity is insular, dependent on what the individual surfer thinks is important matching what some judges, sitting comfortably under a canopy on the beach, think is important. I don’t know exactly how you can judge a surfing contest, as what may appear to the observer as the clumsiest moment in wave riding is actually something of sublime experience to the surfer. As is a common expression in the surf community, “The best surfer out there is the one having the most fun.”
In prayer, we offer up what we identify as important to God. Like my style on the waves, I feel as if all of my prayers are clumsy. Yet I always receive an answer. When I pray, whether leading a congregation, or with them, or in those few, quiet moments on my own, I know the happiness that Christians can know. It doesn’t matter what others think, or what I think of my spiritual abilities. God has granted me a way to know happiness and, with others, be lead to being the best Christian I can be. Sometimes, when there is no one around to judge me a lunatic, I even give a joyful laugh.