Would it weird you out to know that I do much of my praying on the porcelain throne? In my house, the toilet is one of the few places I can have some hope of being left alone for ten minutes at a time. My daily devotional book and my favorite bible have pretty permanent spots there. It may seem odd, but really, it’s quite apropos. Allow me to explain.
Prayer used to confuse me. Or I should say, prayers asking for specific outcomes used to confuse me. Like, “please let my car start” or “please let that guy I have a crush on notice me”. Worthy or not, these are the “please give me what I want” category of prayers. Or sometimes “please let reality not be reality for me just this once”. I used to pray such prayers with great fervency. Jesus said ask and you shall receive. If I just believed enough, it would be granted to me. It was prayer as magic. But magic isn’t real. And it never worked. As a matter of fact, people who spend any time around me will tell you that I have remarkably bad luck. I got 5 flat tires this summer. At least twice a year my mail is returned to the sender for no apparent reason. And those are almost always two pieces of mail with money in them. As a child, I got sick and missed the class field trip 3 years in a row. It was probably the only time I was sick all year. That’s just the way it has always been for me. I don’t know why. Continue reading “Prayers that get answered”
“Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it at all.” Luke 18:17
When ever I have hear this verse taught the point is pretty much the same: we should have a child like trust. What does that even mean? It gives me a vision of children sitting around gazing up at us with trusting goo-goo eye all day. As if. Obedience? Ever known any real-live children?
Become like little children. Perhaps Jesus meant this comment more literally than we usually take it. I happen to know a thing or two about children and off the top of my head, here’s a quick list of typical behaviors:
They bring you their boo-boos to fix
They follow you around chattering about any little thing they can think of, just to be with you
They ask questions – lots and lots of questions
They test boundaries
They look to you to show them who they are
They sometimes have to learn things the hard way
They like to make you laugh
They seek you out when they are lonely, bored, restless
They like to learn more about you and your life
They ask more questions
They like to show off what they’ve learned
They want you to approve of them
They want to share all the tiny details of their lives with you
They must often be prodded, pushed, persuaded and sometimes even punished to behave properly
Their love for you sometimes boils over and they have to let you know how much they love you
They push back to learn where and how firm the boundaries are, what the motivation is, and if you can be trusted to be fair
Could you forgive the way that the father of the prodigal son forgives? Would you want to?
Last winter as things were really unravelling with the qxh (quasi-ex husband), I was, of course, very upset with him. I was considering at what point a couple could say that they had hit the point of no return. At what point would it be reasonable to say that I’d had enough and wasn’t going to consider trying to fix things anymore? To my horror, as I prayed God brought to mind the story of the prodigal son and challenged me to be like . . . the father. Really? Uh, that’s not for me. Tell me I’m the prodigal who needs to come home or tell me that I’m the older brother who needs to get over himself. But don’t tell me to run out to joyously meet someone who has willfully ripped my heart to shreds without even getting an apology and admission of wrongdoing first? Ugh.
I’m not kidding when I said I was horrified. Yet each night before dinner our family prays “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” When we pray that, it’s not just a quid-pro-quo: “I’ll forgive him and you’ll forgive me”. It’s also telling us that forgiving as God forgives is our goal. And God does forgive by running out and making a complete fool of himself to welcome back the wayward son. He doesn’t wait for us to grovel, to set up a payment plan, to promise on our lives never to do it again. He just says, “welcome back.” Continue reading “Would you run?”
"I don't wanna take a bath. I like my stink just fine!"
For some time a couple of years ago I was blessed to have a spiritual director who I met with monthly. Towards the end of my time with her, I remember complaining, “I feel like God is getting down into the nooks and crevices and cleaning out every little speck of dirt he can find. I wish it would stop. Hasn’t he done enough? Does he really have to get into all the little, tiny places? I’m ready for him to be done”
It’s like it says in scriptures: “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful.” (Hebrews 12:11) Too often, we think of discipline as punishment, but discipline is teaching. It is correcting, leading, challenging and pushing the recipient to mature and grow up. In proverbs, discipline is described as “training a child up”. Punishment isn’t the point. Correction is. And when we submit to the training God would like to take us through, it is easy and rewarding enough. But often God starts messing in places we’d just as soon leave alone. I mean, if I sometimes say mean things when provoked, that’s only normal and hardly needs God to attend to, right? But God says that his work is to perfect us. And according to him, such things really do require attending to if they are not to be a barrier between us.
The end of that verse from Hebrews holds the promise, though: “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” Today, I am glad that God was willing to reach into all those nooks and crevises to get out as much dirt as possible. There is no way I could survive the place I am walking through if he hadn’t. At the time, I just wanted it to stop, but God knew what was coming. Continue reading “When God Cleans”
I always wondered about faith. Evangelicals say that you have to choose to have it. Calvanists say that you are predestined to either have it or not. It’s a free gift that you cannot earn. But you have to nurture and hang onto it. Catholics and Orthodox Christians practice it with rituals. So many contradictory ideas.
What I have learned is that faith is the little voice that pops up when you are discouraged or even despairing and points you back to God. It tells you something true and sometimes what is true is not what you want to hear. And you can choose to embrace it and continue walking by faith or you can reject it and try to find your own way forward. And when times are hard, you have to really listen for it. You have to really hold onto what you hear. Because soon enough something will come and wash that little piece of comfort away.
When I have taught my kids to pray, I have always started with the story of Elijah at Horab from 1 Kings 19:
So He said, “Go forth and stand on the mountain before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD was passing by! And a great and strong wind was rending the mountains and breaking in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of a gentle blowing. Continue reading “The Mystery of Faith”
You know the story of the widow’s mite? How Jesus said this widow throwing her last two pennies into the collection box was more faithful than those putting in large amounts from their wealth? I always read the story and assumed that the widow was giving her last two pennies out of reverence. But lately, I’ve realized that I’ve been that woman throwing her last coins into the Salvation Army bucket. And it wasn’t often done out of reverence. When I was younger, I might put my penny in so I wouldn’t feel bad about walking past the bucket without putting anything in. Sometimes I did put my last coins in as a way of saying, “I know it’s not much, but it’s what I’ve got. I’ll just trust you to provide the increase.” A few times though, I put my last coins in as an act of protest and complaint; “You want everything? Fine take my last pennies. I do my best, I trust in you and I get left with nothing but a couple of pennies.”
Research has found that poorer people give more of their money away than others. A lot of that is because the amounts given as often so small that you weren’t going to do much with the money anyways. It occured to me that maybe the widow wasn’t so sanguine about her life and her struggles either. Two copper coins wasn’t worth much. It would barely have bought food for one meal. And then what? Maybe that widow too had been walking this path for too long. Maybe she was more broken than obedient and was throwing those copper pieces as a form of defiance and challenge to God? Continue reading “Throwing Pennies at God”
“Hanging on by a broken toenail” was the description I gave of my mental state earlier today to a friend who, thankfully, listened to my overwhelming mess of a life until I felt better (thank you, Mary!). If you haven’t been there before, just give it time. It’ll come to most all of us, unfortunately. Which is why years ago certain worship songs started to … Continue reading Hanging on by a broken toenail
It’s all well and fine to do right for the sake of right and to give because you can. But so often, there’s no reward. It’s not just a lack of appreciation, it’s as if no one even sees that you are there or what all this giving or doing right is costing you. That’s when it can be helpful to let God be your … Continue reading God Sees You
So, one of the great philosophical debates has always been if the nature of man was good or if man is inherently evil. For reasons I have never fully understood, but which may be wrapped up in the joy that philosophers find in arguing with each other, the most obvious answer – both/and – is mostly ignored, although it does find its way into pop … Continue reading Original Sin Gets a Bad Rap