Absolute reality and why I’m often wrong.

So apparently, I have yet to grasp the entire rich tapestry of Christan thought and doctrine.

Who would have thought?

Since I wrote my first post, I’ve realised that I have been viewing prayer in a simplistic and childlike manner. I hadn’t properly conceptualised how prayer is really viewed by many people. I’d had my attention grabbed by the loud and shiny adherents of prayer and hadn’t really discovered that rather than being superficial, there is a real depth to it; a much richer expanse than I had realised.

At the moment, I’m reading two wonderful books, Godspace and Sacred Pathways. They are making me very excited about the potential use of prayer as a meditative tool, as a force for good and as a way of pushing one’s self out of a comfort zone and into greater things.

Now theoretically, I know that my way of viewing the world is not the absolute reality of life.

People hold radically divergent opinions to me on everything, and that doesn’t invalidate those views. But my ‘go to’ world view is, well, just that; mine. And sometimes there’s a real mental blockage that I don’t even know is there until it is gone. I suppose that I am not alone  in thinking that the way that I view things is the only way that there is until I’m hit around the head with my preconceptions for a while.

I’ve been pondering this because of something that happened to me the other day. I was looking for a particular book and had torn the house, and four bookcases apart trying to find it. Eventually I gave up, just hoping that it hadn’t gone out with some other religion-based books that I got rid of during a hissy fit that I threw at God earlier in the year.

Later on, I realised that there was another (quite large) bookcase that I had entirely forgotten about. It hadn’t moved; it wasn’t hiding behind anything. I’d just totally forgotten it existed. And that’s where my book was.

What my point?  I’m not trying to draw attention to my lack of housekeeping prowess or my inability to remember how I’ve arranged the furniture. I think that I’m just mindful of trying too hard; that the more you search for something, the more you just get irritated with yourself and sick of the whole production. I’ve always been an over analyser, and there are very few times in my life that this tendency has served me well. I need to make sure that I don’t assume that frenetic activity is actually getting me anywhere.

Sometimes it’s just better to have a cup of coffee and watch The Office.

And to not think that prayer is an orange-tanned prosperity-gospel evangelical yelling ‘Jaysus’ on late night TV.

4 thoughts on “Absolute reality and why I’m often wrong.

  1. Mmmm. I’m not sure about this. I too am fairly “simplistic” in prayer. I think I got my first ideas about it from reading the gospels. People there were always asking Jesus for stuff – heal me, heal my daughter, heal my leprosy. At one point Jesus even asks a blind man “What do you want me to do?” So I ask..and wait on His will. If my prayer isn’t answered, i either carrying on praying (I’ve been praying for my husband’s conversion for 40 years!!!) or accept that it’s not His will ie It’s not the best thing though it may seem to be to me..
    But the important thing is just to pray and not worry whether it’s ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I have never read a book on prayer. I Just talk to my very best friend!

  2. I see your point about me calling it ‘simplistic’; I didn’t mean it patronizingly, but I guess I’m expecting it to be something ‘more’. I need to just get into the gospels and stop second guessing myself!

    Thanks for your input 🙂

  3. Pardon another comment! I agree. Like working so hard at being productive ends up wasting a lot of time that could be used for… productive stuff.

    With prayer (when I’m actually consistent with the practice), I try hard to start at whatever lowest common denominator there is. If I’m upset w/ my parenting: ‘God, help me be a better parent… then silence, and perhaps a question pops into mind–why do you think you’re not being a good parent, then another prayer: “please help me be more patient w/ my kids.” Then ‘why are you impatient?” ‘Because sometimes it seems they prevent me from being relaxed and having peace.” So, Brett, what you really want is… peace. The prayer becomes about having peace.

    That probably didn’t sound simple, but it starts off with whatever I’m bitching and moaning about at the time and I hope God helps me drill to the core after a while. (Then, hopefully, it goes outward).

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