Praying for ourselves

It’s easy to pray for others. It’s not always so easy to pray for ourselves. So today the Visioneers are learning that intercessory prayer can include and maybe should include lifting ourselves to God.

The prayer we’re learning today was written by The Rev. George Herbert, 17th century Anglican poet and priest, one of those holy people called “Caroline Divines.”

Teach me, my God and King, in all things Thee to see, and what I do in anything to do it as for Thee. AMEN

Our special intentions for ourselves is the ministry we are doing with Habitat for Humanity. Each day the Visioneers bring coins and bills and place it in a bucket, and matched with money from St. Mary’s Outreach, we’ll be giving as much as $6000 (and who knows, maybe even more!) to help build a house for another family. There’s a challenge of the boys versus the girls of who can give the most money. However, our prayer today reminded us that it’s not about who wins or loses, but that in bringing money for Habitat, we are a yes to what we prayed today: and what I do in anything to do it as for Thee.

Midweek prayers

First on my list today is a thank you, God, for my awesome assistants Grayson, Felicia, Madilyn, and Abbie! (Can you tell that it’s wacky hair day?)

Today we talked about intercessory prayer–the one prayer style which comes easiest to all of us. Of course, at the top of the children’s lists were their assorted pets–but next were grandparents and great-grandparents, both living and dead.

We kept a chart with the names of those for whom the children requested prayers–it’s an abbreviated list because we only took a couple of minutes for requests. What I loved was when the children began to feel free to go and add names to our station list–and of course they were invited to write their own names in their prayer journals.

Here’s photos of our prayer list–at the beginning of the day, and when the last group left.

We also had another intercessory prayer today; Deacon Russ had a procedure this morning during our VBS session. At our morning opening worship, Rev. Katie led the children in a prayer which we videoed and texted to Russ. That’s intercessory prayer!

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Contemplating Contemplation

All is silent.

In the still and soundless air,

I fervently bow

To my Almighty God.

We’ve become awful listeners. Notice I say we–which puts me at the top of the list. When we talk to one another about how we’ve become so very poor at listening to one another, there’s always a laundry list of whys, much of which gets focused on electronic media and the busy-ness of our lives.

I don’t think it matters why. That’s a rabbit trail of noisiness all on its own. I think it’s always been easy not to listen to one another, and I think it’s created within us to do better.

As a priest, specifically in leadership with our younger Christians this week, I am passionate about helping us learn to listen to God. I suspect that if we become better God-listeners, we’ll also become better listeners everywhere.

Each day at our prayer station in Vacation Bible School, we sit on the floor, get ourselves comfortable, and pray a centering prayer–All is silent. In the still and soundless air, I fervently bow to my Almighty God. I ring a bell, and for a short period of time we are all invited to contemplate God–that is listen, and not speak. Then the bell rings, and we are done.

This kind of prayer the visioneers learned is called contemplative prayer. Yesterday we talked about distractions, and we learned to use a prayer word to help us stay centered, and to return us to our place of contemplation when we stray–as we all do.

I’m full of wonder of how easy these wiggly little people get still and mostly listen. It’s easier than I thought it would be to pray contemplatively with them.

Yesterday as I was getting ready to leave for VBS, I peered out my window and noticed that my night-blooming cereus, which had struggled through our exceptionally cold winter, had put out it’s first bloom in at least a couple of years. If I’m not paying attention, I’ll miss this rare bloom; the flower opens up during the night, and is wilted soon after sunrise. It was a good reminder of how essential showing up silently and expectantly to God is. I may go a long, long time without “hearing” anything–but when I do, oh the wonder and beauty!

Praying with the Visioneers

It’s the first day of Vacation Bible School and I’m in charge of the prayer station–five rounds of children and youth exploring that there’s no right or wrong way to pray; starting each session with contemplative prayer, then journaling, and today a little prayer walk.

My own morning quiet inspired by a word from The Rev. Barbara Taylor to get my day going:

To say I love God but I do not pray much is like saying I love life but I do not breathe much. The only way I have found to survive my shame is to come at the problem from both sides, exploring two distinct possibilities: 1) that prayer is more than my idea of prayer and 2) that some of what I actually do in my life may constitute genuine prayer.