I’ve heard many peoples reassuring opinions on prayer, examining the idea that there is no ‘right’ way to pray and suggesting that God wants to know what’s in your heart and doesn’t care about frippery and embellishment. Which I’m sure is true.
However, the contrast between this….
God help us
To rise up from our struggle
Like a tree rises up from the soil.
Our roots reaching down to our trouble,
Our rich, dark dirt of existence.
Finding nourishment deeply
And holding us firmly.
Growing upwards and into the sun.
(Common Prayers Collection; Michael Leunig)
Um, so things are going pretty well at the moment. No one’s sick, which is always good and Billy, don’t spray that fly with the pistol, it will hurt it.
And I’ve been thinking about ways to get closer to you, but I haven’t really been able to Archie, when I tell Billy not to do something I mean you as well. OK, well that’s what I mean in future, OK?
Um, and….what was I …Or the dog, Billy. In fact just take the water pistol outside, ok.
Is something that even God shakes his head at surely?.
If it was a phone call, the other person would hang up on me, put it that way.
Even if it is fine with God, it’s certainly not fine with me. I do send out little prayers of gratitude or contemplation during the day, but honestly they feel like empty speech bubbles in a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon a lot of the time.
It’s time, if I’m really serious about this, to become more intentional about prayer, or contemplation, or meditation or whatever it is. I have been throwing that idea aroundly randomly for a while, but as with many things I’ve been more about the talk than about the action.
It’s very important to me, given that I’m flailing around a bit regarding faith at the moment, to find a method that really works; one by which I feel that there is some form of validity.
I understand that it’s not ‘all about me’, but in order for it to be sustainable, I need to find something that I can relate to and which is fulfilling.