A Gathering Voices post by Beth Pyles
We all live some of our lives in dryness, physical or spiritual . . . spending many of our days surrounded by some form of hardship . . . maybe it’s sickness . . . a difficult marriage . . . a broken heart from a family secret . . . maybe in a lifetime of financial struggle just to make ends meet . . . maybe it’s loneliness . . . there is much desert wilderness in our world . . .
The challenge of God’s call amidst the dryness is to live into the reality of rain.
What does this living into the rains look like? Like a life of lived prayer. Going God’s way yields a life of lived prayer. Being a lived prayer walks in the remembrance of the baptismal covenant of a new life . . . in which every act is an act of prayer to the giver of that life . . . every sweep of the floor, every dish washed, every tire changed, every animal fed, every book studied, every song listened to, every brick laid, every friend, every date . . . a prayer . . . whether we think so or not, everything we do is saying something to God and something about God . . .
When we do that which we know to be wrong in God’s eyes, it’s not so much that we are acting the disobedient child (although there is that), as we are saying who we think God is . . . cheating on income taxes or the clerk on her change at the store? God is a God who ignores accounting . . . dating or marrying the wrong mate? God is a God who doesn’t care about human relationships. Thinking our work is so small God isn’t concerned with it? God is a God who cares only for the rich and famous. Bound by jealousy? God is a God who cannot be trusted.
If we would only understand that the prayer of our lives is screaming what we think of God much more than what we think of ourselves, how different would our prayers, our lives be?
Living in the desert, if we only knew that the rains have already come, how joyous and free we already are, how different would our prayers, our lives be?
Our lives are a lived prayer . . . and God is listening . . .