I have the privilege of teaching our 7th graders about the Life of Christ this year. I have created a pretty awesome syllabi I have to say. Over the past few weeks we have been going over what we call the Lords Prayer found in Luke 11.1-4. My class has really been enjoying picking apart each word and what it meant then and what it means today.
Prayer is such a powerful and beautiful tool in our daily lives, and how often do we daily pray? I honestly don’t as much as I should. I am always thinking about God & His Bride, talking to Him, but I realized today as I drove to work, praying actually, I don’t do it nearly enough.
It was so refershing to let what is in my heart actually hit my lips and be carried to the ears of the only understanding, compassionate provider, God. I am reminded by Psalm 45.1 My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. There are moments when my heart is stirred and the only way to respond is through speech (either to God or to family) with the occasional writing found here.
But maybe you are like me sometimes and like many others saying “I just don’t know how or what to pray for”. I get there a lot myself so just acknowledge God and go on my way. This isn’t bad, but our hearts can and want to still speak to God even in these moments. Romans 8.26 tells us ‘In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.’
To learn to pray from our spirit is sometimes the best prayers. We can find it in breathing, in crying, in screaming, in sitting silent. I have a few posts here & here about prayer and ways to pray. I wanted to share this last thought that got me thinking this morning from my devotion.
There was a Jewish farmer who, through carelessness, did not get home before sunset one Sabbath and was forced to spend the day in the field, waiting fo rthe sunset the next day before being able to return home.
Upon his return home he was met by a rather perturbed rabbi who chided him for his carelessness. Finally the rabbi asked him, “What did you do out there all day in the field? Did you at least pray?”
The farmer answered, “Rabbi, I am not a clever man. I don’t know how to pray properly. What I did was simply to recite the alphabet all day and let God form the words for Himself”
When we come to celebrate we bring the alphabet of our lives. If our hearts and minds are full of warmth, love, enthusiasms, song and dance, then these are the letters we bring. If they are full of tiredness, despair, blandness, pain and boredom, then these are the our letters. Bring them. Spend them. Celebrate them. It is God’s task to make the words!
Ronald Rolheiser
I pray these words bring you enough comfort to know that the letters of our life are for God to form the words of our prayers! Take time today to ask God to teach you how to pray, to show you your letters, to reveal the words that need to come from these letters, and to be bathed in the beauty of knowing our God is a God who answers His people.