I have been praying this week. Or, I should say that I have been praying
more this week, and perhaps even more honestly.
I do often wonder about prayer-how it "works," who's listening, that
sort of thing. Jesus said, when you
pray, go into your "closet"-alone. Don't
stand on a street corner or in some public arena for all to see, but go inside,
alone, to a "secret" place-and God, who sees and hears those secrets, will then
hear your prayer. So quietly, and alone,
in my car; alone at home; I say my prayers.
Ironically, it's hard for me to find that "secret" sanctuary when I'm at
Grace. Grace is my public place, and to
pray I want that place that is alone.
The only time that isn't true is a Sunday morning, when together we find
that one voice of prayer.
In any case, there has been reason to pray this week. More than other weeks? Not really-I'm just feeling it more. I think of families struggling with
unbelievable life decisions, and I pray.
I step inside hospital rooms, and I pray. I think of Hospice nurses and the care-givers
within our community, and I pray. And
yes, through that prayer, something happens.
More than anything else, prayer for me is a kind of internal
navigation-a way to locate myself in the world through a kind of spiritual triangulation. One point of the triangle is the person or
the circumstance that moves me to pray; another point is the One hearing my
prayer. God is somewhere, everywhere,
receiving my "signal." And then, with
those two points located, I find myself.
I notice the sound of my voice or the words of my heart-and I sense my
truest self. I feel how much I want
someone healed, or a father to know peace, or a husband and wife to find
comfort, a mother to know she is good-and a war-all war-to be done. I pray, and I know heart's desire, and in
that knowledge, I change and perhaps, somehow become a vessel through which
Light and Grace can flow. It happens to
all of us-when we pray.
This Sunday, with our group of Grace Pilgrims, I will once
again venture out into the Wild Wilderness.
Out there we will do what Pilgrims have done for thousands of years-we
will be opened to awe and wonder and we will touch our boundaries and meet our
limits, and then move past them. In
other words, we will find ourselves "out there," and thereby we will be prayer
in action. As has become our tradition,
we will be blessing and sending the Pilgrims at the 9:30 service, and they will
collect and carry your prayers with them.
If you are here this Sunday, you can write your prayer and we will bring
them with us-and carry them every step of the way until we release them into
the Night Sky deep in the Sawtooth Mountains.
And whether you are here this Sunday or not, we will pray for you-in
order to find ourselves. Please pray for
us-and each other.