The post for today is a poem written by Postordinandy for the Lord Teach Us To Pray series. He says of himself:
“…I am married, with 3 smashing daughters. I plan to reflect on family life here. We have shares in a greyhound…
I have been a youth worker for much of my professional life, and have dabbled in teaching youth work and theology on a couple of degree courses. I love music, and publish a Song Of The Day, most days, here…
I believe that the call of the church is to live in such a way that others can see a glimpse of the here-but-not-yet Kingdom of God, and that entering that Kingdom is measured in relationship – rather than attendance to a meeting.”
And here is a link to his blog.
How easy it is to pray.
We open our minds, our hearts, our mouths.
We meditate on life, and meaning, and shopping lists.
We mean well,
Mixing platitudes with sincerity.
But we micro-manage the I AM,
Wrestle control from the All-in-all.
“Not your will but mine”.
For our will seems clear,
At this very second,
In this very crisis.
But it remains transient, ever-permeating
Full of caveats, hang-ons and “oh, and alsos”
Now, that, we fear.
For your will engages infinity.
Long-term, big picture stuff,
Good, better, best,
A clarity only visible after all is done.
We long to embrace it,
We trust, yet can’t
Want, but won’t
Release us into unknowing
Forgive our petty desires
Humour our fantasies.
How you must want to laugh,
As we claw for the bright wrapping paper of your gifts,
Ignoring the box,
And the better within.
Instead of waiting