The way I am seen by others is sometimes carefully crafted and sometimes formed without my consent. I am pretty aware of this in many areas of my life. With or without algorithms, people collect the words I say and the things I do to form an idea of who I am. It’s no wonder people heap up empty phrases about me, in their prayer or otherwise. That’s exactly the persona I want them to see. What I don’t want anyone to see are the moments my prayers come out in teardrops, or in banging on the dashboard of my car. And so I seldom hear prayers that gather up the collected data of what I really hover over, indicating what I really need. Seems like that is true for all of us and also in our worship. We don’t lead in prayer on Sunday morning with, “Lord, you know the deal. It’s a mess. Amen.” The good news is that God knows what we need before we ask. Anticipatory packaging, for sure. This is, for me, why the secret prayers have to outweigh the empty phrases. It is the quiet, middle of the night moments when I am reminded that God hears me, even when I do not know where to start. erinrobinsonhall/2014/02/just-what-i-need/
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 17:06:52 +0000
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