“Let us pray.”
Those immortal words. Hands together. Head bowed. Eyes closed. Thank you.
Somehow this way of praying to attention gets God’s attention better. Otherwise why would we all do it (even though God is everywhere in everything … inside us … indwelling)?
So why do we need to shut our eyes, bow our heads and clasp our hands simply to get His attention? Or is it us? Do we need to get our own attention. And if so – why? Aren’t we the ones “praying to Him” in the first place?
I have never got the prayer ritual. It’s all a bit odd to my simple mind. So I pray with my eyes open. My head up. My hands unclasped.
And you notice things when everyone has their eyes shut and you don’t. But no gossip column this morning. Maybe another time.
The reason I mention praying is that I was on the Jesus Bus last night. We do “let us pray” before we open the doors, and after we shut the doors.
And after we shut the doors we go upstairs on the bus. Have a debrief. Then do the let us pray. And that is the moment that blows me away each time.
Because the floor of the bus is just a normal floor. You walk on it. Stuff gets spilled on it. We sweep it clean. We mop it up sometimes. Yet when we do let us pray – I keep noticing little silver flecks in the floor. They are everywhere. They are all over the floor. Part of the “material and structure” of the bus. I guess there is a good reason for little silver flecks.
So when we do let us pray – I keep seeing these little silver flecks. And they are God Soft Hands Jesus. Everywhere. Shining and sparkling. It is beautiful!
There we are with eyes shut, hands clasped, heads bowed praying to God. And God Soft Hands Jesus is embedded in the very fabric of the bus. Glinting, sparkling, shining all around! He is the fabric of the bus! Every molecule. Everywhere in everything.
As one of the drivers of a very rickety old bus I often “pray Jesus into the bus” as I prepare to drive. Grip a piece of the bus tight and “will Him into” the fabric of the bus. Pray each element, every nut and bolt is infused with Him. I still do. It is a me and Him thing.
Because haven’t we all been trained from an early age how to pray? How to make it work. How to get His attention. When we call up to Him (or call Him down) like some well trained monkey. When we chant the words. And plop pennies in a wishing well (with eyes tight shut and fingers crossed). Hope like hell He is listening. Hope like hell we are getting through.
Yet I wonder about this praying ritual as I see Him sparkling and winking back at me. Those gorgeous God flecks shining all around.
Why do we shut our eyes and shut Him out? Why do we go inside ourselves? Whose attention are we getting – and why do we need to even try? If Love is looking out not in – why do we pray with our eyes shut? Why is “more” needed? Why is 5000 of us praying going to make that wish come true any better than 1? Why is 24/7 praying going to keep His attention (or piss Him off?) to the point where he says “Okay then – I will do that for you.”
There is a lot about prayer I find very odd.
Like why do we do all the talking? With our eyes tight shut, and our heads bowed, and our hands clasped. Never noticing Him all around all ready. Winking back at us and looking gawjus!
“Let us pray”
(sorry – I have to shut my eyes now)