Have you ever stopped to think about what we pray in
church? It's almost as if there is a prescribed way to pray when we our
in church. Somehow, our brain tingles a little bit differently, our
vocabulary sounds like the seventh page of the SAT's, and our voice takes on a
sort of Shakespearian tone. Sounds familiar doesn't it? One thing
is for sure when we pray in church...We certainly pray the cliche.
(clears throat, assumes perfect posture, bows head, and
closes eyes)
"Dear Lord, be with us now in these moments because we know, Lord, that where two or three are gathered in Your name, there you are in there midst, Lord. Just help me to let go and let God. May I love the sinner but hate the sin. Help me to get right so I don't get left. I mean, I've got to stand for something or I'll fall for anything. I know you love me just as I am, but too much to leave me there. Bring a fresh move of Your Spirit so all of us believers can stand in the gap as You raise up a new generation. Yes, Lord, Your pain is definitely my gain. Amen." ([re]UNDERSTANDING Prayer by Kyle Lake, pg. xxii)
Ouch. That really hurts. Especially since
that is exactly what I have done from time to time in my life. Whenever I
am empty and void of true and honest communion with God, I can always pray the
cliche. I keep it in my back pocket in case I need it somewhere. I
can pull out the youth friendly version, the senior adult version, the suit and
tie version, and the hurry-pray-before-somone-takes-a-bite-version!
What I have discovered in my up and down prayer life is
that simple prayer goes a long way. Take a look at the Lord's Prayer for
instance. It's about simple everyday needs. It's about our place
before God. It's also about who God is and what he wants from us.
It is a plea to God to be faithful to his promise. I have taken
time the last few days to move deeper into the Lord's Prayer. So far, I
am stuck on the first two words - "Our Father." There is so
much richness in those two words that I have sat right in the midst of them
this past week. So many verses, emotions, feelings, remembrances have
billowed out of my soul this week just in thinking of those two words. I
cannot tell you how much I have prayed those words over and over this past
week. And, I feel like my prayer life has grown tremendously. It's
as if those words of Jesus have now become the very echo of my soul, and they
carry me. Simply awesome!
But the journey to these two words has not been easy.
I've had to leave cliches, my favorite Christian phrases, and my prayer
reflexes behind. What has kept me from this journey? I think my
upbringing has scripted for me what the drama of my prayer life is supposed to
be. I'm supposed to pray at particular times, with particular words, and
for particular things. But this journey has moved me far beyond these
lies. Just like I can act like I'm supposed to for certain situations and
people, I can pray like I'm supposed to for certain situations and people. Somewhere
along the way I was fed a lie. It's a lie that tells me I'm supposed to
have everything together before I pray. I think this is a particularly
big struggle for our teens. Then I found freedom in prayer. Richard
Foster put it this way - "We pray by grace just as we are saved by grace.
God has a relationship with us despite our sinfulness, mixed motives, and
selfish nature."
Over this past week, I have laid before God what is in
me, not what ought to be in me. I have learned prayer simply by praying.
I'll put it to you this way. If you've got kids or have been a kid
(are we missing anyone?) then at some point you created some pretty awful
artwork. But when you brought it home, your parents thought it was the
greatest thing ever. They put that junk all over the fridge removing any
chance of your house ever being featured in Southern Living. It was
museum worthy to them, especially if it had anything to do with them or said
"To: Mom" or "To: Dad," "From: Ross (insert your name
or your child's here to make sense of this!) It was better than anything
they had ever seen. Well if we go back to those first two words,
"Our Father," then I suppose we are God's children. I would
imagine I have quite a few awful prayer drawings slapped up on God's fridge.
And because I put his name on them, I know he is a proud Father.
Not to mention I'm sure he's not worried about living anywhere in the
southern vicinity, if you catch my drift.
The point is simple. Simply pray, and pray simply.
Do an experiment with your teens or as a family. Walk through the
Lord's Prayer a couple words a week. Meditate and talk together in the
way Jesus taught us to pray. I had plans for moving on next week, but I'm
not sure I'm past "Our Father."