The Power of Praying Beyond Your Words, Part 2

ChristCandle“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

You’ve either said or thought this before, haven’t you?  Surely you have heard someone speak something that you were scrambling to articulate. There are those times when one expresses the very thing that moves beyond thoughts forming in your mind to a deep place  within your soul.  It amazes me when someone who I have never met speaks to my situation so well that I know that I am not alone.

While original prayer has its place, there is strength in praying words that someone else somewhere else has prayed.  We can find rest in the words of the psalmists (“Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me” Psalm 23:4a), and wrestle along with the prophets (“O Lord, how long shall I cry, and you do not hear?” Habakkuk 1:2a).   As I mentioned in my previous post, praying beyond your words can be a powerful experience.

Autumn 2016 brought its share of stress.  I felt bare, like a tree that lost its leaves. The presidential campaign and election left me disillusioned and drained.  Even before that, I had faced new challenges that found me second-guessing myself.  I battled what many call the imposter syndrome.  But then I found the words I needed, and prayed these words as my own:

“Since it is by your mercy that I am engaged in this ministry, I do not lose heart”
2 Corinthians 4:1 (adapted)

“When I am tempted to doubt myself and question my gifts and experience,
remind me, God, of all that I know and that which I don’t know that I know.
Remind me who I am and whose I am.
Even when I hide behind my piety to avoid doing what must be done,
and use you as an excuse for indecision, for lack of action, for silencing myself.
Love me enough to lift the lid off my basket, order me to stop crouching in the dark,
like a woman without a God.”
Renita Weems, Showing Mary:
How Women Can Share Prayers, Wisdom and the Blessings of God

Words from the mouth of an eternal God can transcend time and meet you where you are.  Yes, it is good to pray in your own words, but there is also sacred space for prayers that are loaned and don’t have to be returned.  These borrowed prayers become kept prayers, and for that, I am grateful.

Your Call: What are some of your go-to prayers when you can’t find the words to fully express what is in your heart?  Send one up to God today and feel free to share below in the comments.  Consider using resources such as the Psalms, the Book of Common Prayer, and Pray as you go to as you seek other prayers that can become yours.

 

The Power of Praying Beyond Your Words

ChristCandleWhat is your relationship with words?  I have loved words for as long as I can remember. Emerging from my neighborhood library with an armload of books was my weekly ritual as a child.  Now that I’m good and grown, words are my livelihood.  I get paid to speak and write, and my ability to put words together is often assessed in one way or another. My core spiritual practices and gifts are wrapped up in words and I typically delight in that.

Then there are those moments when words are both not enough and too much, like after a week when celebrations of freedom on July 4th were followed by unspeakable incidents of oppression, injustice and violent death in Baton Rouge and Minneapolis.  It is moments like these that remind me that God invites us to simply show up.  No need for pious phrases or even coherent sentences.  God beckons us to come … in whatever shape we come. And the presence of Jesus meets us.

Over the past few weeks, I have been drawn to unplugging after work by sitting in silence to release some things to God and receive some things from God.  Who knew that this would prepare me for a time when putting the words together, even in prayer, would have been too exhausting?  So this week, I just sat before God.  As I lifted up my burdens to God with my arms,  I allowed myself to feel the weight of it all and then the release, as my cupped hands parted to make room to receive.  The wonderful thing was that I didn’t have to articulate what I needed to release or receive.  God knew.

Your Call: Consider a time when words did not seem to be the way (or at least the only way) to pray.  How can other parts of your body (besides your mouth) be more active in your prayers?

When Snow Speaks

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The psalmist announces that “the heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament proclaims God’s handiwork.”

The snowstorm from last weekend confirmed this reality.  Crystals of moisture that seem so fragile somehow stay and gather to make a statement on earth that says:

You.   Must.   Slow.   Down.  

 And as you do, admire my beauty and embrace the stillness.

Until recently, I had never connected this first verse of Psalm 19 with the last one:

“Let the words of my mouth and meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer.”

If the heavens and skies can declare God’s glory and display the work of God’s hands, how much more should we do the same as we live our lives?

Your Call: How is God’s glory and handiwork being declared and displayed in your life now?

Peripheral Vision

JesusandZaccheus-NielsLarsenStevns-ZakæusDo I really see you?
Off to the side and on back pews.
On invisible edges and borders.
Under bridges and on street corners.
Perpetually unacknowledged and wallflowered.

I pray for the sanctified side-eye
to behold you
for the
magnificent
human
divine image bearer that you are.

© Sharon Fleshman, 2015

Your Call: I was inspired to write this poem by Pope Francis’ recent visit to Philadelphia. Watch this footage and consider how it speaks to you.  Reflect on how Jesus saw those, such as Zacchaeus (Luke 19-1-10), who were on the margins of society.  How can you develop your peripheral vision?

Q&A

I’ll take ‘Fix my life Jesus’ for $1000, Alex.”

And so it goes in the imaginary Jeopardy! episode that airs in my mind from time to time. I have always found it odd that contestants on Jeopardy! have to come up with the right questions to the answers.

For the past seven years, Memorial Day weekend has marked the time when I lost my father.  As I recall that time of grief, I realize that my question “Why now?” went unanswered.  Yet an answer came in the form of a sermon that I heard months later titled, “Be Not Afraid.”  Another answer was in the text preached in that sermon, “The eternal God is your refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.” (Deut 33:27)  So what were the questions?  Maybe, “How will I get through this?” and then, “God who are you anyway?”  The significance of all of this had escaped me until this past Holy Week.  On Good Friday, I sat with Jesus’ haunting question from the cross – “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matt 27:46)

The next day, an incident, while relatively minor in of itself, nevertheless awakened a deep vulnerability and sense of loss that made me feel forsaken.  I had left home fairly upbeat but returned home crestfallen, only to find that a dear sister in Christ tagged me in a video that she posted on Facebook.  The song in the video, “Try” by Colbie Caillat, was clearly God’s answer for me that day.

It was as if that Jesus reached into my soul and turned on the faucet, washing away residue of performance anxiety and quests for approval.  So what was the question?  Some time ago, I was meditating on Zephaniah 3:17 where it states that God would rejoice over God’s people with singing.  In response, I journaled and asked – “What song are You singing over me?” The answer came to me a little over a year later by way of the video.

Whenever I ponder Jesus’ cry to God on the cross, I can’t help but consider how His question is echoed at the beginning of Psalm 22.  And just about every time, what captivates me is the psalmist’s declaration in verse 21b (NKJV) – “You have answered me.” While not always answering the questions I pose, God is often in the habit of responding to questions that I haven’t asked.

The answers come how they come. Sometimes in word.  Sometimes in silence.  Always with Presence.  I worship an answering God.

Your Call: What questions are you wrestling with right now?  Could it be that God is offering answers to different or deeper questions?  

The Beauty of Late Blooms

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I usually associate the fall season with falling leaves. Last autumn, I learned to appreciate the beauty in that. But as I wave good-bye to summer once again, it occurs to me that there are actually flowers that are just getting started. While leaves fall, blossoms emerge from hidden places like the autumn crocus that is pictured here.  It is in those blossoms that I find hope.

I am now officially closer to 50 than 40 and I have wrestled with the realities, reflections and regrets that come with midlife. My 20’s were a blast, but my 30’s, not so much, given my awkward entrance into ministry and the loss of a precious loved one that occurred during that decade. As I crept into my 40’s, I wondered if I had squandered some of my prime ”blooming“ years. When I attended my 20-year college reunion several years ago, I had to miss quite a bit of it because I went to a friend’s wedding on the day when most of the activities took place. Honestly, I was a bit relieved. After all, I had nothing particularly exciting to share.

Imagine how Elizabeth felt when she didn’t have anything particularly exciting to share, especially in a context (Luke 1) where a woman was defined by her ability to have children. As she likely traveled to the temple when her husband Zechariah was assigned to serve as priest, Elizabeth had to journey alongside women who were pregnant or walking with children she wished she could bear. After a while, I suspect that she resigned herself to the fact that her “prime blooming years” were behind her. Little did she know what was to come.

As I consider the testimony of Elizabeth and the autumn crocus, I realize that I am in good company. There is something beautiful and resilient about late bloomers, whether they are plants or people. Though there are areas in my life where I have yet to see blooms, I choose to embrace the opportunities that are blossoming before me at the moment. I choose to resist the temptation to look at my watch and wonder why it has taken so long. I choose to answer the call that Dr. Renita Weems makes to “Elizabeths” in her book Showing Mary: How Women Can Share Prayers, Wisdom, and the Blessings of God:

“Celebrate your blooms because they took so long in coming. Be grateful for that second wind. Relish the learning and wisdom you’ve garnered. This is your season, Elizabeth. Seize it. Give birth to the gift of God within you. You’ve now got talent and the inner strength that comes with age. You’ve now got enthusiasm and the wisdom that comes with experience. You’re ready.”

Your Call: Are you a late bloomer in some area of your life? If so, what would it take for you to celebrate and make the most of that reality? How will you partner with God to cultivate what is blossoming for you right now?

Seeing in the Dark

ImageMy mother loves to tell a particular story about me, and has done so countless times.  When I was little, I spent many summers down south at my grandfather’s house out in the country where there was nary a streetlight.  Suffice it to say that when it got dark, it got real dark, and so at one point, I cried out “My eyes are open, but I can’t see!”

Decades later, my understanding of dark places has evolved.  I’ve had moments when melancholy has arrived on the threshold of my soul uninvited.   I have dwelt in shadows of obscurity, whether by choice or by circumstance. I have faced seasons when an abundance of question marks took up residence in my mental space.  I’ve bumped into grief and stumbled over fear as I groped along foggy paths to the unknown.

What does it mean to navigate dark places with eyes wide open?  Perhaps Lent is the time to ponder this question. As the Light of the World, Jesus could have just pulled me from a dark place to a brightly lit space.  Yet, having traveled from the wilderness to Gethsemane to Calvary, He made another choice – He showed up, sat down and lit a candle.   So now I consider what it might look like for me to light a candle for another.  Perhaps lighting a candle translates to sending up prayers of lament and intercession on someone’s behalf.  Or listening deeply to a neighbor’s story. Or nudging him in the direction of a therapist, spiritual director or community of support. Or reminding her that she is not alone. Or simply being present.

Your Call: What could “lighting a candle” mean for you right now?

Fierce and Fearless

Gabrielle Union received the Fierce and Fearless Award from Essence Magazine some time last year.  I have never had what would conventionally be thought of as a “fierce and fearless” persona, but over the course of my years in ministry, I’ve often been tempted to put one on.   I’ve also been guilty of dimming my own natural God-given shine, but now I’m on the road to recovering it. And that’s why Gabrielle’s acceptance speech resonates with me.  She held strength and vulnerability together while confessing her flaws and struggles. She affirmed the community of family and friends that have accompanied her on the journey.  There is something fierce about facing fear.

Jesus has named his followers after himself – the light of the world.  No longer is it acceptable to live in a dimmed existence that tries to disappear or an artificial fluorescence that seeks to outshine  — both are rooted in hiding under a basket. The Gospel is beautiful in that it allows the radiance of Christ to shine through the uniqueness and unity of a fierce and fearless people who have received God’s grace.

“You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.”   Matthew 5:14-16 (NRSV)

Your Call: Watch and reflect on the video.  What would it look like for you to become fierce and fearless?

Annunciation

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Henry Ossawa Tanner – The Annunciation

Stumbling into sacred space,
I overhear
whispers in the heavens,
declaring,
preparing,
scaring
me.

Wrestling in the Presence
and overshadowed,
I gasp
and Spirit blows,
and lungs expand,
and I exhale,
“Yessss…”

© Sharon Fleshman, 2011, 2013

Your Call: In what place is God summoning you and awaiting your Yes?

Amandla

MandelaSo they chained your wrists,
convinced that they had snatched your freedom.
But they didn’t know
that Love slipped through the bars,
whispered in your ear,
and multiplied Power within your soul.
They were oblivious to Hope and Peace,
who held your hands and didn’t let go.

Upon your release,
you carried Justice
and embodied Grace.

Amandla.

Madiba,
thank you.

Your Call: How does Mandela’s life and legacy compel you to move toward your own calling in life?