Shall We Pray?
Lord, may we do more than try. May we stay in the stir.
May the hunger that led us to the wilderness, that hoisted our fiery voices on high mountains and countless vigils; may the passion that defined our thirst not be replaced by the familiarity of our religious exercises. May we stay in the stir. May our increased knowledge not dull our sensitivity to sin nor our extended empathy mask our commitment to truth and godliness. May our busyness not blunt our divine mission. May we stay in the stir. In the face of new voices, spirited, driven soul searchers, may our own accepted coldness or subtle jests not be a diversion or distraction to their burning hearts. May we stay in the stir. May the politics of church administration not be more important than prioritising God’s kingdom in our lives.
Lord, may we do more than cry. May we stay in the stir.
May our past agonising cries for souls not be replaced by the present comfort of good music. May we stay in the stir. May our experience of heaven not always end with our tearful bow at the base of the altar. May our devotion to God, our promise to Him, not always end at our wailing commitment and response to an altar call. May we stay in the stir. May we do more than shout at every revelation and run as every expression of joy only in camp meetings. For our tempered madness, let there be a corresponding holiness. For our public dances, let there be good, corresponding moralities. For our church giving, outside of it, let there be a corresponding compassionate living. May we do more than cry. May we stay in the stir.
Lord, may we do more than pry. May we stay in the stir.
For when the varied voices of gossip tempt our hearts to sneer, let our heart devotion be stayed on you alone. Lord, bring our knees down in worship. Let every other name fade away as we enjoy the aura and ecstasy of your presence. Let us still these voices around us and be enraptured in your love. May we resist the urge to always compare, to view life from the prism of our prying hearts, from our curious eyes and our talkative tongue. May we not choose the ministry of condemnation. May we not nag at every preacher we don’t agree with, or point frail, accusative fingers at every ministry that fails our personal test of sound and spiritual calling. May we do more than pry. May we stay in the stir.
For when we face the challenges of life, when the support of a praying group fades; when we can no longer hide under the clouds of collective fellowship and our pursuit of meaning, of value, of relevance become a legitimate career drive, when love happens and a new family is born; when to pray is to stray from pressing needs, when to live a life of worship is to risk being seen as boring and weird; when it seems like it is hard to burn for you; Lord, may we do more than try. May we stay in the stir.
In Jesus’ name…