Sometimes we are too lazy to pray. Sometimes we're too ashamed. Lent has a way of showing us what's under the rock and why, exactly, it was so difficult for us to maintain a daily prayer routine before. For the last five years, it's been common place for me to begin prayer and wish I had a Pensieve to siphon off a lot of negative self-talk before I can focus. Who haunts you? A memory from the day? Your worst critic? The health of one of your parents? Your concern that you'll never be married? The voice of doubt isn't from God. It may be human nature but it wasn't always that way... not before the first time someone told us we were naked.
I became a youth minister so I could help with Confirmation retreats. Catholic teens have been called "baptized pagans" because their faith can sometimes be like the color of their hair: the most natural thing about them, determined by their parents, so easily changed. How do you prepare for three days with teens who are required to be there to receive a Sacrament they underestimate? This is the sort of truth-and-dare challenge I live for.