Keep
Asking
“Prayerful
ways are not always easy, for our resistance is great.”
Marianne
Williamson (Illuminata)
We
had an interesting discussion during the Spirituality group last
Sunday. We've been reading the chapter, Ladders to God, in
Illuminata, and comparing prayer and meditation. According to
Williamson, prayer is when we talk to God, and meditation is when we
listen. We talked about the things in our lives that prevent us from
being prayerful. One person said that they had difficulty formulating
prayers, knowing what to say, how to say it. His prayers always came
off as begging and he felt they were annoying to God. Another said,
he was good at he meditation part, but not at prayer. In my case, I
have a hard time letting go and leaving God in charge.
Prayer,
according to Williamson, roots us in relationship to God, and allows
us to invoke God's power to heal. But it requires total reliance upon
God's mercy, and humility enough to trust that God is willing and
able to handle our concerns. Some of us cut our teeth on
self-reliance. We were not the center of concern in our childhood
lives, and so we learned to take care of ourselves. We didn't ask for
what we needed because we knew we wouldn't get it. We separated out
from our families early in life, and became the “I'll do it myself”
generation. Now, we have trouble asking for help from anyone, and
truly, it never occurs to us to ask for help from God. We have to
relearn dependence.
We
talked in group about our concepts of God—how they change over
time. When we were children, God and Santa Claus were mixed up
together. God became a kindly old man with a long beard—this
generation would think of Gandalf or Dumbledore. God was a kind, but
scary, old dude who handed out rewards and punishments according to
his assessment of the situation. As we grew and aged, images of God
transformed to one's of power and majesty—light and energy,
consciousness, all. As we matured, our prayer life did, too. It went
from being a series of petitions, to being an experience of the holy,
the numinous. We felt ourselves to be surrounded and embraced by
divine light; we were within, rather than without.
But
all of that aside, we still want to lay our burdens down. To hand
them over and never take them up again. We can do this. It may take
one-hundred times of laying down the same old bag of rocks before we
can let it go, but practice makes perfect, right. Lay it down. Ask
the Source for help with whatever is troubling you. Keep doing it
until you feel certain you have let it go. Prayer changes you from
the inside out, and it will change your life from secular to holy if
you let it.
In
the spirit,
Jane
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