“Here are the two best prayers I know: ‘Help me, help me, help me and Thank you, thank you, thank you.’” Anne Lamott
God is like the lover who just can’t see your point of view.
The Washington National Cathedral has created a website that allows you to generate a prayer specific to your own interests, and available to those of several religions.
I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven…
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen. Amen.
When I sit with Jesus early in the morning, I am spending time. Is not the word “spending” so interesting here? We spend time. We make time. We have time. We spend Money. We make Product. We have Gift. So I take this valuable time, like pieces of silver, and I spend some on time with Jesus.
prayer helps me find my courage and step back into the world, unchanged in all but the most essential ways.
by Linda Ryan It’s a very quiet morning. There’s some roadwork going on near the house and part of…
Sometimes, when looking at the ceiling of the cathedral, I wonder if those slight marks are smudges left by our angel wings. I wonder what soars up there, like an upside-down water fall, as we pray together. I wonder if the tips of our wings brush the stone. I think they do.
Certainly there was a parallel in the conversations – him pouring out his heart into my sympathetic silence, me pouring out my heart into God’s sympathetic silence.
a poem by Roger Hutchison
I have seen so many social media posts calling for more "action" and less prayer.
“Prayer is empty”, they say.
“Prayer is safe.”
“Prayer is easy.”
“Prayer is not the answer.”
“Prayer doesn’t work.”
Jesus went to the garden to pray. In his anguish he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.
Jesus knew he was going to die – and he went to the garden to pray.
Friends. We must never stop praying.
I wish I could remember who told me to “Live your life as prayer.”
LIVE YOUR LIFE AS A PRAYER.
Pray in church, at table, and at your bedside.
Pray in color and with song.
Pray with your hands and with your heart.
Pray by looking into the eyes of a stranger. That stranger may even be the face looking back at you from the mirror.
Pray at sunrise. Pray at sunset.
Pray in the darkness of night and in the shining light of day.
Pray with your hands raised.
Pray with your head bowed.
Pray with your feet. Walk with someone who is alone.
Pray with your voice. Speak the Truth. Be an advocate.
Pray in silence.
Pray out LOUD.
In his anguish he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.
There IS blood on the ground.
We must never stop praying.
Prayer, a poem
When I ask for “my daily bread” what is underneath my request of God in “The Lord’s Prayer” is not simply bread, but the kind of real honesty which bread implies. Give me integrity – a real thing being a real thing. Let me be real by knowing who I am, knowing what I want