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How to grow a prayer life
We have been transplanted into a new and enduring reality. We know now that this new situation will last longer than any of us imagined at the beginning. If we are not to be choked up by the troubles or cares of the world, we need to take care of the soil of our souls, and the loam of our lives, if we are to continue as good mediums for God’s Word. Continue reading
Posted in current events, prayer, sermon, story
Tagged book of common prayer, Daily Office, Isaiah 55:1-13, parable of the sower, prayer
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A midweek prayer in the middle of the night
Flying dark with the bats, I send out prayers, trying to locate God by their echoes. Continue reading
Posted in poetry, prayer
Tagged anxiety, Episcopal Cafe, insomnia, poetry, prayer, Psalm 102:6-7
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Pray as though nobody’s listening
Oh, but what about those things that “our Father who is in secret” will see? And what will be their just reward? What is behind that other door, the one within our hearts and souls, which attempts to guard my guilt and my ungraceful, unpaintable, distressed and unfading mantras even from the sight of God, let alone myself? Continue reading
On the need to pray, and not to lose heart
I pray so as not to lose that heart of God that keeps insisting that justice is possible, that mercy is reasonable, that resurrection is coming. I pray, not so that I can change anyone else’s mind, let alone God’s, but so that God, by her insistence and irritating persistence can change my own heart and mind, bringing them more in alignment with the will and word of God. I pray so as not to lose heart, to hear over and over and over again that widow’s word that God’s justice is eternal, preexisting, loaded with mercy, and final. Continue reading
Posted in current events, lectionary reflection, prayer, sermon
Tagged Black Lives Matter, Charles Fager, Jeremiah 31:30, John Fischer, judge, Luke 18:1-8, Matthew 7:1, prayer, salvation, widow
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prayer incarnate
How did you pray, body and breath, those wilderness days beneath stars that made promises, sand through your hands counting moments since creation, each grain an erosion of the whole; how did you pray, body and spirit sticky with honey … Continue reading
Posted in meditation, poetry, prayer
Tagged desert, Incarnation, Jesus, prayer, wildnerness
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Undertow
I went to the water filled with chaos, foaming with worry, frothy with fear; I went to the water cold as winter, opaque as oil. I went to the water to see your Spirit spraying the rocks with invisible ink, animation drawn out of … Continue reading
A prayer for the anxious preacher
Faint stigmata of fingernails in palm-flesh, the careful unclenching of the jaw do not show, but You know, Anointed with anxiety in the Garden. If I lay end to end the moments I have spent, keys in hand, chanting, “okay, … Continue reading
Book Review: Made to Move, by Wendy LeBolt
Have you ever heard of a Kinesthetic Christian? Neither had I, until Wendy LeBolt sent me a copy of her book to review. Made to Move: Knowing and Loving God Through Our Bodies is LeBolt’s guide to loving God with all of our heart, soul, mind, and strength – without making half of them metaphorical. Continue reading
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Tagged exercise, kinesthetic Christianity, prayer, Upper Room Books, Wendy LeBolt
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Winter prayer
Snow has fallen, slurring my footsteps, skewing my pathway to prayer. Only become as a child, you say: trade caution for the headlong hurtle; build snowmen, not as idols but monument to the meeting of flesh and raw air.
Book Review: We Pray With Her
“A gifted resource as varied as 70 women can be, while holding the thread in which women find themselves over and again, of sometimes grumpy, sometimes celebratory, oft-times put-upon, regularly resisting and persisting sisterhood.” Continue reading
