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An Apology, an Explanation and A Poem

At the moment I am severely jet-lagged (in Indonesia) and so apologize for only offering up a favorite poem by George Herbert on prayer.

Prayer 1  (by George Herbert)

Prayer–the church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tow’r,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.

More Things Are Wrought By Prayer

There are those scoffers and diminishers of prayer.  A scoffer will say it doesn’t work, while a diminisher will tell you, “all I can do is pray” (betraying a very wrong view of prayer!).  Good true prayer “works”– the scoffers have no studies to tell them that it does – or does not (which is what they claim they want); diminishers don’t seem to realize that prayer is 1) the best and first thing to do for the person 2) gives light/guidance for action.

“More Things Are Wrought By Prayer”

More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
Wherefore let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats,
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer,
Both for themselves and those who call them friend.
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

—by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Attitude Sickness

It’s been said that ideas have consequences—I would add that attitudes do, too. One of my great uncles was a Communist as a young man. I suppose, the theory sounded paper-good. Family lore has it that when he was sent overseas, he changed his mind about the Communism’s positive contribution–and changed his attitude towards it.
Little is more unsettling than a disengaged, disinterested atheist: the ones with a “Whatever…” attitude. It’s unsettling because it’s a dead attitude: there’s no freshness, no curiosity, no vibrancy. A few days ago, my husband was leaving the office and met someone for the first time. This employee was departing at the same time to go on a jog. It turned out that he was the final person to talk to the employee alive– she was struck and killed in the evening traffic. I do not know the spiritual state of the employee. I only know the death was unexpected and sudden—but that is our continual status as humans.
A person’s beliefs about the world is a conglomeration of who he is and who he has become-never an accurate reflection of the world. If his belief about God is that He is not there and does not care, I have to wonder who taught him this. God will never will trifle with your affections—that is, He takes your feelings seriously—probably more seriously than you do. And He, of all, is faithful to you.
Some atheists have told me, “I can’t pray so I don’t.” and “I don’t know what to believe about God.” If you want love, then you must pray. All you need is to be willing to try—God coaches you through it all. And you can’t pray wrongly— not when you pray with your entire heart.
“That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might…
It draws down the great God into the little heart;
it drives the hungry soul up into the fullness of God;
it brings together two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place
where they speak much of love.” (Mechthild of Magheburg)
As for “what to believe about God” problem, I suggest you ask yourself what Christ says about Him and what is important to Him—and look in the Bible for that information. God will provide the rest—but don’t expect a PhD in God-o-logy, for spiritual growth can (and should) go on your entire life—however long that is. The only hard question is: are you willing?

An Alchemy Beyond A Recipe


Images, fragrances, flavors–they all have the power to attract or to repulse. The picture here is an original piece of stitched artwork done by a Catskill artist who was doing a theme on doors–I often imagine prayer as a kind of doorway. PR men used to wrangle with the difficulties of television because it could not be Smell-O-Vision: that is, they couldn’t bring the fragrances of meals into our homes.
An old friend of mine was a successful professional photographer in New York City. She told me a trade secret. She could not photograph real food and make it look tasty. To capture the savoriness of the real food, she had to employ props (fake food). I was surprised that anything as appetizing as a gourmet meal or garden-fresh produce had to be faked. But the failure was not in the food, but transmission of its essence by camera. After I learned this fact, I was sitting in the mental misty flats of wondering what was wrong with me for getting bored when people would talk about prayer. Then I realized that I was trying to draw a straight line between praying and garbled discussions of prayer. In doing so, my mistake was in linking my boredom of the discussion of prayer to me praying. Prayer wasn’t boring–but discussing it was.
Since then, I carry no guilt about being bored in conversations or sermons on prayer: I have drawn a clear line between description and experience. (Instruction on prayer is necessary, but that’s a different topic, altogether.) That the stellar effects of praying are not easily transmitted doesn’t spoil my joy of prayer. The effects, the fragrance-memories, can linger in the heart for decades as a kind of retro fixed point. I’d like to believe that God gives us personal memories of prayer to sustain and re-attract us.  I am sure one of God’s chief desires for me is to learn that He loves me in excess of my love for anyone or anything else.  Paul says as much in his prayer for the Ephesians:
“to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height—to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge.” (Ephesians 3). Notice Paul doesn’t write about prayer, nor merely say, “You should love God.” He prays for them to comprehend God’s love.
Images can give us a more concrete understanding of what I am trying to say about prayer. For this, I like how George Herbert’s poem captures a kind of slideshow in words about the effects of prayer. (Charity Johnson)
Prayer (1)
Prayer the Church’s banquet, angel’s age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;
Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tower,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six days world-transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well-drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.
by George Herbert

New Years Eve – what if this night were my last on earth?

Lord, if this night my journey end,
I thank Thee first for many a friend,
The sturdy and unquestioned piers
That run beneath my bridge of years.

And next, for all the love I gave
To things and men this side the grave,
Wisely or not, since I can prove
There always is much good in love.

Next, for the power thou gavest me
To view the whole world mirthfully,
For laughter, paraclete of pain,
Like April suns across the rain.

Also that, being not too wise
To do things foolish in men’s eyes,
I gained experience by this,
And saw life somewhat as it is.

Next, for the joy of labour done
And burdens shouldered in the sun;
Nor less, for shame of labour lost,
And meekness born of a barren boast.

For every fair and useless thing
That bids men pause from labouring
To look and find the larkspur blue
And marigolds of a different hue;

For eyes to see and ears to hear,
For tongue to speak and thews to bear,
For hands to handle, feet to go,
For life, I give Thee thanks also.

For all things merry, quaint and strange,
For sound and silence, strength, and change,
And last, for death, which only gives
Value to every thing that lives;

For these, good Lord that madest me,
I praise Thy name; since, verily,
I of my joy have had no dearth
Though this night were my last on earth.
-by Dorothy Sayers

Difficult Times and Hard Questions

“Where is God?” question can be asked anywhere, and any time, but it is most often asked in the midst of difficulties since when you are content that you have no pressing sense of a need for God, His presence, or He extracting you from the situation(s).  In fact, being complacent or placid may make the claims of God on your soul seem like a distraction, an interruption in your life. And, indeed, we often congratulation ourselves when we remind ourselves to be grateful and, perhaps, then dip into a self-congratulatory moment of warm, fuzzy feelings toward our Maker. But what about desperate situations, those crushingly difficult times, prolonged periods of overwhelming grief?  When all help comes up empty-handed, and desperation mounts? Don’t you so often feel on the other side of Heaven’s door–and it’s all silent within? Waiting seems to make no difference, but the longer the wait, the louder the silence seems. You wonder, “Did Anyone really care—really?”  Maybe it had seemed so at one time (for some)-but then, how do you interpret that?  That you believe God is leading you in good time, but doesn’t even a whisper to us in our trouble? If you’re in deep grief, though, the danger will not be so much as to cease believing in God—but in believing some strange and twisted things about God. To clarify, think of the phrase we often use as an excuse/explanation for a dumb decision : “I couldn’t think straight.”  It’s an accurate description of how rattled and irrational we can be when we are at our lowest, when we are emotionally stressed, or when we’re perfectly flattened.   At the times we cannot think clearly, we cannot sort out our panic and desperation from our clear thoughts. And, more to the point, in these times, how can we be sure we’re hearing from God in prayer and not our own panicked state?   We cannot: we’re not receptive to clearly hearing from Him until the time is right.   However, God does (eventually) answer us, but He will allow for times of apparent deadness, for us to travel through the emotions of grief, etc.   In this “pocket” of time, however long it is, we can fill with our voice, for God is listening.   At these times, our prayers become a cleansing, a way of emptying ourselves of the violence we feel the world has perpetrated on our souls.  At these times it’s as if we need to first bleach the stains out of our soul’s garment prior to being dipped,  immersed and dyed with the great hues of God’s own voice.  We eventually emerge newly-cleansed in our souls.  Prayer to God is the primary language of the soul, and  is like saying our phonemic alphabet.   Although my prayer may not be deeply profound, it is most necessary — for it is the foundation of all communication with God. And this most necessary communication, prayer, is that which brings us into the mysteries of God which for us still is unexplored territory. – Charity Johnson
“Prayer, in the sense of asking for things, is a small part of it;
confession and penitence are its threshold,
adoration its sanctuary,
the presence and vision and enjoyment of God its bread and wine.
In it God shows Himself to us.
That he answers prayer is a corollary—not necessarily the most important one—from the revelation.
What He does is learned from what He is.”
– CS Lewis

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday Morning

It was a Tuesday morning that God,
as He always does,
was checking in on each person, the way loving parents do.
The man at number 445 stood up, looked out the window, shaking his raised fist–
“Why? why did you do this to me!”
In the same minute a man, at number 459, got on his knees, bowed his head,
and prayed God, “Why! why has my enemy hurt me like this?”
God’s heart broke at their sadness.
And God looked on–
as in number 445 and in number 459 Silence poured in.

Then the first man waved his arms skyward with wide, wild motions—
“God, I can’t do anything more, I need your help.” and dropped to the floor.
While the second one clenched his hands, stood, and stalked to the door.

On that Tuesday morning in number 445 and in number 459
God had shown up–
in the heart of the first man (His favorite altar)
and left him altered, warmed.
But the second turned from ice to steel,
and stormed off to settle the score.

This is how it goes as God looks on—
in the land of the free and the home of the weak.

© Charity Johnson, 2011

Hope and Help in Darkness

“When mystery hides Thee from the sight of faith and hope: when pain turns even love to dust: when life is bitter to the taste and our song of joy dies down to silence, then Father, do for us that which is past our power to do for ourselves. Break through our darkness with Your light. Show us Thyself through Jesus suffering on the tree, rising from the grave, and reigning from the throne, all with power and love for us unchanging. So shall our fear be gone and our feet set on a radiant path.”

Alistair MacLean in Hebridean Altars (See also, “Just because I am happy doesn’t mean I don’t have problems…” previous post for 26 November 2011, as it relates to help not residing in a ‘binary’ solution)

Spa time?

Sure, I like to go out–but sometimes I need to stay in for some Soul Care.
Emily Dickinson put it this way:

The soul that hath a Guest
doth seldom go abroad-
Diviner crowd at home
obliterate the need
and courtesy forbid
a host’s departure when
upon himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men.

  • Emily Dickinson, c. 1863

The 4 Letter Word Most People Hate-and Hate to Hear

P-R-A-Y.
What is it about prayer? If I talk about it, the conversation either begins and ends in talking ABOUT it  (as, you see, talking about prayer is ok, just, please, don’t do it) or it ends (people don’t want to talk about it, it’s too personal or some such). But it’s there—from youth to old age, prayer keeps returning.
So, why do we pray?— I am not speaking of the “transactional” prayers in which types of prayers and sacrifices function as part of the economy of “bargaining” for a divine favor or good fortune from some spirit-god, as shamans, witchdoctors and other “spirit-guides” do.
I am speaking of the appeal that we–finite, mortal and flawed people–make to all-powerful and all-knowing, creator and sustainer God. What is our unspoken or assumed expectation of prayer? I sense it is often not simply petitioning the Almighty, but also, a desire to experience His immanence in our (little) lives. Yes, we may pray because we seek help, but we seek transcendence.
What is the thing least understood thing about prayer, particularly petition (request) prayers?  I believe people are surprised or disappointed that they don’t get what they pray for just because they prayed for it – at least not every time. Which is rather curious, if God is who He is and we are who we are, then we should be okay with it.
Then there is a group of people who refuse to pray because “if God is really a beneficent and all-knowing, then I need not pray. Without even asking, He’s rushing to bestow on me my desire.” I am not sure if this is challenging God, or pride, or laziness, or mere disbelief—or a combination. If my teenager needs and wants breakfast before school, then he should move to the kitchen where the breakfast food is—he’ll not get it lying in bed. (Charity Johnson)
George MacDonald addresses it further:
“But if God is so good as you represent Him [to be], and if He knows all that we need, and far better than we do ourselves, why [is] it necessary to ask Him for anything?”
I answer,
“What if He knows prayer to be the thing we need first and most? What if the main object in God’s idea of prayer [is] the supplying of our great, our endless need—the need of Himself?
Hunger may drive the runaway child [back] home, and he may or may not be fed at once, but he needs his mother more than his dinner.
Communion with God is the one need of the soul beyond all other need:prayer is the beginning of that communion, [there is] some need that is the motive of that prayer.
So begins a communion, a taking up with God, a coming-to-one with Him. [This] is the sole end of prayer, [even] of existence itself in its infinite phases.
We must ask that we may receive:[however] it is not God’s end in having us pray to receive with respect to our lower needs [since] He could give us everything without that.
[God would] bring us to His knee… [He] withholds [so] that we may ask.”


 from George MacDonald, 365 Readings, edited by CS Lewis (language updated)
Collier Books, Macmillan Publishing Company, New York

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