Category Archives: Prayers

9 Days ’til Christmas

There’s so much I haven’t done. So many ways I’m not ready, never ready for Christmas. This year, in particular, the violence in the world has made the promise of the Prince of Peace so much more significant, the need for peace, for shalom, restoration, wholeness, all these things I long for, as if they could be knitted up in my body, as if the rent cloth could be resown. I know I’m not alone in this longing for the world to be healed. Advent is full of so much longing. Last week, we read Zephaniah during the worship service, and I have come back to these lines so many times:
“The Lord will rejoice over you with gladness, and will renew you with love.”
There’s an Advent expectancy inside those words, and the so much that isn’t or hasn’t or won’t be done are not so important. In the meantime, while the mystery inside the womb of God continues to be mysterious, we are praying and learning, here at home, to be peacemakers, with every breath, breathing peace, wanting to be healers in every word and action, alive with the hope that God really means what God says, and if God renews us with love, this moment is pregnant with it, ready to be born.

The sun is rising over the ocean in the far south this morning, the long rays reach into the house, opening the day. Tomorrow the O Antiphons start–but I love the one: O Come Thou DaySpring. May it be so.

Morning prayers

Merton

Thomas Merton produced a beautiful collection of the sayings of the Desert Fathers. There were Desert Mothers, too, but this morning, I had been thinking about Merton specifically. He’s been on my mind of late because he’s been in the news again, thanks to Pope Francis’ reference to Merton in his recent remarks to our US Congress.  The photo above has been taped the wall of my study for the last year. I’m using it as a way into an icon of St. Ansgar–an icon I’m writing at a snail’s pace. Merton is there because, like Ansgar, his monastic life grew from Benedictine soil. I had also endlessly researched what monks might have worn in the 9th century–and in the end, gave up, and went for anachronism, using a version of robes derived from a statue of St. Ansgar in Copenhagen, and the habit in this photograph of Merton.  Ansgar, far from being enclosed, was a missionary monk, eventually becoming an archbishop, and as much as he sought asceticism, and even martyrdom, he was drawn into the life of the world by his gifts. Thomas Merton was, too, and I’ve always loved the tension in his writings and journals, between the man who sought silence, and the man who must write. Merton was one of the people who drew me into a professional religious life, partly because of his complexities, mostly because of his journals, where so much vivid experience and observation are integrated through the writing. In his book on the Desert Fathers, called The Wisdom of the Desert, one saying has stayed with me for the many times I have felt overwhelmed or don’t have any idea of what to do next. I thought of it this morning, because of Merton, and because of the beautiful quiet of the dawn, today; it became a prayer. It’s short: “Abbot Pastor said, ‘Any trial whatever that comes to you can be conquered by silence.'” I don’t know if that’s true. But I come back to it, many times. I’ve really found it useful in ministry–the art of keeping quiet, very illuminating and freeing. Merton said, somewhere, in one of his journals, that the silence of prayer was where he heard the cries of those who suffer most clearly. That, I know, is true, for me. And there’s another silence, too, that heals, and opens into peace and hope. That’s the silence I will seek today.

Prayers in September

Privet Hedge Turning

We are observing Rosh Hashanah in our community and our family.  As I was watching the leaves on our privet hedge, slowly turning from green to red, I was reminded that Teshuvah is a process, and takes place every day, over time, completely at once, and always already not yet, that dialectic of being and becoming. Sometimes it seems to be always a process of turning, turning, turning, in a dance with the Divine; it happens again and again, as we come round right, like the Shaker tune. I am listening for the shofar.

This September, several people in our community have been diagnosed with cancer, or have been faced with new information about their illness.  Below, a couple of prayers I posted on Facebook.

September 23: I’ve been thinking alot lately of friends who have cancer, and sending prayers for their healing. I’ve taken to visualizing people’s blood cells coursing through their bodies, and sending prayers for healing, and prayers of blessing with each cell, light, and peace, and comfort, cancer be gone!!!

September 26: More cancer prayers:
To all cancer cells everywhere, you can stop now. We know once you were originally ok cells, but you got confused, and now you just need to stop and listen. It’s time to shut off those processes that make you so excitable and cause you to multiply. Slow down. Take a nap. Shrink. All will be well. You can transform, take all that energy, transform, and become light. Let God’s sweet kindly hands heal you and help you let go; you can be different sorts of cells, healthy, happy life-giving cells. You don’t have to do this anymore, just rest now, and sleep and transform. Please, dear Lord, come to the aid of all who need your help and kindness; give them strength and peace, and heal them of cancer. Amen