Psalms 61, 62; Jer. 2:1-13; Rom. 1: 16-25; John 4: 43-54
As a youngster I would kneel beside my bed every night and say a prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep….” At the end of the prayer would come the “please blesses.” These “please blesses” would include all of my family, near and far, any pets past and present, and oftentimes friends and neighbors.
I can’t remember exactly when I quit saying prayers nightly or when I quit saying them at all. Yes, there was a time when prayers were not part of my life. Fortunately that is not the case now. One of my college professors termed that prayerless period as sophomore atheism, an apt description. Perhaps some of you have been there, done that.
At some point I began to believe again, to think about prayer, to develop a prayer life: a prayer practice, as it were.
In today’s reading, Psalm 61 begins:
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I; for you are my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.
Let me abide in your tent forever, find refuge under the shelter of your wings.
It is through prayer that I seek to develop a relationship with God, a rapport with God, a fellowship with God. Prayer calms my mind, centers my heart, helps me focus on the parts of my life that are most important to me: family, friends, and the joys of these relationships, health, our four-legged friends, grace. Ah, grace – this I pray for each day, the courteous good will of us all and the free, unmerited favor of God.
Kay has attended St. Margaret’s, snowbird style, for the past 7 years. She serves as a Lector, Eucharistic Minister, Verger and member of the Worship Commission.