I've already struggled my way through the money thing. Now, I've just but glimpsed at prayer. I'm NOT GOOD AT PRAYER! Not in any way. Oh, I pray. Yet, I'm easily, easily distracted. Other things pop into my head. I chase rabbits. I get off topic. I lose myself in my "Get To Do Today" List. When it comes to prayer, if Jesus were to give me a grade, I would fail. If I prayed as good as the books I've read on prayer teach, I'd have a doctorate in prayer. I've written papers on prayer. In fact, for one of my masters classes in seminary, I had to write a paper titled, The Apostle Paul's Theology of Prayer. It was something like 32 pages long. I can teach on prayer. While prayer is itself a simple task, it is one of the hardest disciplines (can I use that word?) of the Christian life (according to me). I've tried all the tricks. I write out my prayers. I keep a prayer journal by topic. I focus on one category every day (Monday: Missionaries. Tuesday: Family. Wednesday: Country...well, you get it). I pray breath prayers. I've followed the ACTS outline. I have a prayer list I keep in my phone under REMINDERS. I've even asked Siri to help me remember some things I need to add to my prayer list. MY WANT to pray is BIG. My actual ability is small.
Oh, wait! It just dawned on me, wasn't that also true of Jesus' disciples? Didn't he take his three closest followers into the Garden to pray on the night he was betrayed? While he labored in prayer, didn't they fall asleep (yes, I've done that, too!)? Three times, didn't he come back to them and find them still sleeping? Here he was, deeply grieved and distressed to the point of death, and all he asked was for them to keep a prayer vigil. His response, "Could you not keep watch with Me for one hour? Keep watching and praying...the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." (Matthew 26:40-41) Oh, bless his sacrificial, surrendered heart! In spite of their ability, in fact, in the face of their disability, Jesus still committed his will to the Father's, and died for the weakness of our flesh.
I find encouragement in this passage. Even Jesus' closest friends had a prayer-disability. I do too! I have a diagnosis for my prayer-problem; it's a disability. As long as I wear this tent of flesh, I will struggle with prayer. Hence, the need to keep practicing. It's not about finding the right trick that clicks. It's about a weak flesh that needs strengthening. If I give up, my flesh muscles will completely atrophy. So, I press on...I keep praying. The only hope for me is to keep my spirit willing and persistently stay the course. In fact, Jesus knew I'd struggle. So, he died. He rose. He ascended into heaven to sit at the right hand of the Father. There, next to his Abba, he whispers my prayer into his Daddy's ear.
In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us us with groanings to deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the holy ones according to the will of God (Romans 8:26-27).
I don't know about you, but I'm sitting easier in my chair. Thank you, sweet Spirit of the Living Lord!
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