Heard
some tough news this week; a cousin is in the fight of her life with a rare and
aggressive form of cancer. Last summer, I found out on Facebook that a beloved
friend was diagnosed with breast cancer. She faces surgery and several rounds
of chemotherapy. And over the last year and a half, at least four other friends
have had their jobs eliminated, or found themselves displaced, out of work, or
homeless due to the sinking economy. We watched as our best friends saw
their marriage go down the toilet last year, too.
I’ve
whispered many a silent prayer for these folks, sometimes daily, sometimes once
a week in church; but all have frequently been in my thoughts. But I feel I’ve
let them down. When I pray, sometimes I’m distracted, detached or feel like I
haven’t chosen the right words, tone or urgency; or simply haven’t prayed
enough. And when I do remember to pray, sometimes I think I’m doing these souls
a disservice because, with head bowed and eyes closed, I’m as inclined to rattle
off a list of my own petty personal prayer requests, than spend a few
extra minutes in thought for friends and family truly in need. Oh God, give me this, take away that, let me
do this, and oh, my back hurts today-
wah, wah- make it better please. Blah blah blah. A-men.
So if,
as a Christian, I’m called on to pray, why do I suck at it so much?
Do I
ever once thank Him for anything? Do
I ever really think
about others; not just in terms of the generic ‘body’, but really
concentrate on the people who are close and choose to share their lives with
me? Do I ever stop and consider that right now, the really tough issues-- like
what's going on with my cousin- should take prayer precedent over all my trivial
whining or constant complaints?
So I
ask again, if as a Christian I am called on to pray, why do I suck at it so
much?
How do
I know these shout-outs to God, whispered during a lull in the work day or at a
signal in traffic or just before falling asleep at night, are even
effective? And when I really meditate on
the huge life altering and monumental challenges I, or my loved ones are
facing- why do my prayers seem so small? Does God actually hear them? And
if so, why aren’t the sick I pray for getting better? Why don’t my friends have
jobs? Why aren't marriages being restored? Though valid, these questions- in an
Almighty sense, of course- are ridiculous. Of course God hears my prayers. He’s
working on all of these issues even now, whether He decides to let me in on
what He's doing or not. He even hears when I'm praying for me, the big stuff and the small.
For
several years when I was sick with sporadic severe stomach pains, unable to
sleep and only hoping to live to see another sunrise, He heard me- I saw the
sun come up. When surgery had to be done, and I was scared and worried whether
I’d come out of the anesthesia or not, He heard me- I woke up. When I thought
my heart had been irrevocably broken and found myself on the Monroe Street
Bridge in Spokane late one night, crying; debating whether to leap over the
rail or not, He heard me- I didn’t jump. When I was out of gas, with no wallet or
cash and pleading to find them so I wouldn't be late to work, He heard me-the
wallet was under the front seat all the time.
Though
it doesn’t always work that way, during my life’s major crossroads and little
inconveniences, He’s heard me. He’s always heard me. He hears me now, this very
moment, whether clouded by concern for my missing billfold in the bright midday
sun at a gas station, or in real physical pain and pacing the living room in
the dead of a sleepless night. In every nook and cranny of my life,
whether I’m feeling good or not so good, super spiritual or as articulate as a
house fly, He hears me, knows me, knows
what I’m trying to say. He gets me.
But as
a prayer warrior, sometimes I feel like I’m bringing up the rear; not fully enough
engaged in the battle. I let ‘busyness’ get in the way, or I forget, or am just
too lazy. It shames me. And if, as Christians we’re all to share in the burden
of prayer, why does it feel sometimes like I’m not carrying my weight? Like I
need to apologize to Cilla and Diane, Jeremie, Trish, Chris, Brian and Bhret and
others for failing to hold up my end of the prayer bargain? But isn’t that silly? The purpose of praying
is to think of others and get the focus off myself, and what have I done? I’ve
made it all about me. Once more, I have it all ass-backwards.
And I
know better, too. God doesn’t care how I pray; He just wants me to pray. To fellowship, to tell Him
what’s on my mind and listen to what He’s trying to say to me; to keep the
lines of communication open. Puny petitions or lengthy prose or whether He
answers right away or in His own good time, from my heart to God’s ear He hears
it all and it’s all a big deal to Him. And when I do
pray for Cilla and Diane, Jeremie, Trish, Chris, Brian and Bhret and others,
there really is no right or wrong way to do it. The point is, to just do it. And know other folks far
more artful and equipped at it are praying, too.
So
whether I pray without ceasing or intermittently, on my knees or on the job;
praying with the fervor of Saint Paul or babbling with the incoherency of
a Saint Bernard, God understands. He understands what I’m trying to pray as if
Shakespeare had written it for me himself. It’s all good. God’s got it
covered- he hears me and understands. Always has and always will, I've seen it
first-hand. His grace has brought me safe this far through the minefield of my
own wayward life, so what other proof do I need, oh me of such little
faith?
Next
time I pray, I'll ask Him.
You do pray without ceasing. I pray mostly in pictures, not words, as I imagine images of hope, relief, healing, reconciliation, especially for others. You do this, too. You might even do it with songs that come to mind or feelings you have that don't have words. Maybe I'm wrong, but for most of my adult life, I've concluded that word prayers, concentrated times of talking to God, are a small sliver of the prayer pie. My guess is you are praying all the time in one way or another and that word prayers might be your least frequent ones. Get off your back, Rocket!
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