Saturday, March 10, 2007
something to do with longing, prayer...and maybe flunking
This is where you will find me most sunday mornings...trying to pray, sadly I just don't get it....thankfully my late and dear friend did;
'I have always been terrible at praying
My mind wanders
I fall asleep
I don't pray enough
I don't undersatnd what prayer is
Or what prayer does.
If prayer were school...
I would flunk praying
But prayer isn't school
It is mystery
Maybe the mystery is...
Jesus loves terrible prayers
When I can't think of anything to say, he says what I can't say
When I talk too much, he chersihes my too many words
When I fall asleep, he holds me in his lap and caresses my weary soul
When I am overwhelmed with guilt at my inconsistent, inadequate praying
He whispers, "Your name is always on my lips"
I am filled with gratitude, my soul overflows with thankfulness and I...
I...find myself saying over and over again, "thank you"
Praying the mystery'
Every morning, i take a moment of quiet...and in the stillness i pray this prayer...
'Broken...I now talk with God.
O Lord Jesus my saviour.
Today my heart is empty.
Pride is the thing I will miss least when time comes to and end.
I need a priest.
I need a preacher.
I need an exorcist to banish the snake I've been handling called...self.
I need you.
Broken...I now talk to God.
(Ben Pearson: Taken from Ragamuffin Prayers, CCM Books)