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Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; Poem On Prayer
. . . always to pray, and never to faint . . .
---Luke 18:1
When, due to my own spiritual incompetence,
I allowed my prayers to be disrupted, or fail,
my soul became puny, brittle, sour, and stale;
but resumption brought a freshing experience.
Starward
Superlatively refreshing!
Superlatively refreshing! Brings to mind the first instance of being brought to one's knees and the countless succeeding times of great import at differing stages of life's travels. Encouraging in knowing that all will end well to those that love Him.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Wow, thank you for that! You
Wow, thank you for that! You know how much I value your spiritual insights; and receiving a comment from you is a great privilege. Since May of 1977, I have always loved that line from the last of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets: "You are here to kneel / Where prayer has been valid." To me, that meaning is not restricted to only a sanctified building, or a chancel rail in a church. The Early Christians prayed wherever they happened to be, so their prayers made of this world a place "where prayer has been valid," and therefore, while I am here, I am here to kneel in prayer. When I first read the line, with the whole poem, in May, 1977, I was too immature to understand the wider meaning. I was a naive freshman at college; and, during that particular term, my most pressing issues seemed to be which pair of jeans to put on in any given morning, and whether, like so many of my classmates at that time and place, the weather required that I wear flipflops, or could I walk to class or the dining hall barefoot? So, in that world at that time, in its context, prayer was valid in a church building, where legitimate worship is carried on. Now, far removed from that time and place, I understand Eliot's line to have a much wider reaching meaning. Sorry if I have been verbose here; your comment inspired these thoughts.
J-Called
Oh the joy of that hot live
Oh the joy of that hotline, live to Heaven! Prayer is like that red phone in Batman and of course the bat signal. But again, it isn't just the fixed place and time which New Testament faith exemplifies: in their homes, at the temple, in the synagogues, as they went, in each other's company: a truly ever reaching, ever stretching fellowship.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
For quite some time I have
For quite some time I have loved your theological insights; and this one is one of your best. To receive comments like this from you is, indeed, a very high privilege and a superlative gift for which I am humbly grateful.
J-Called