The Heart in (Accidental) Pilgrimage

"Everybody prays whether he thinks of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when a sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else's pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with all over your life. These are all prayers in their way. These are all spoken not just to yourself but to something even more familiar than yourself and even more strange than the world.

According to Jesus, by far the most important thing about praying is to keep at it. The images he uses to explain this are all rather comic, as though he thought it was rather comic to have to explain it at all. He says God is like a friend you go to borrow bread from at midnight. The friend tells you in effect to drop dead, but you go on knocking anyway until finally he gives you what you want so he can go back to bed again (Luke 11:5-8). Or God is like a crooked judge who refuses to hear the case of a certain poor widow, presumably because he knows there's nothing much in it for him. But she keeps on hounding him until finally he hears her case just to get her out of his hair (Luke 18:1-8). Even a stinker, Jesus says, won't give his own child a black eye when he asks for peanut butter and jelly, so how all the more will God when his children... (Matthew 7:9-11).

Be importunate, Jesus says—not, one assumes, because you have to beat a path to God's door before he'll open it, but because until you beat the path maybe there's no way of getting to your door. "Ravish my heart," John Donne wrote. But God will not usually ravish. He will only court." Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking

Lenten Learning 2:  I spend a whole lot of time talking to myself (and maybe to God).

As I tried to pay more attention to my actions over Lent (and, apparently, overdosing on Frederick Buechner), I noticed that I spent a lot of time in my own head.  Mostly holding one-sided conversations, as opposed to actually thinking, heaven forbid.  Is this a bad thing?  Maybe not.  Maybe a little.

Worrying, wondering, speculating, planning.  Deep ideas and dull ones. Sporadic and often disparate thoughts. Occasionally, actual prayers. Often the same ones over and over. Pretty standard fare, right? Just an awkward protagonist delivering a semi-conscious internal monologue. My soul in paraphrase.

But, regardless of what I'm saying or how much sense it makes, regardless of whether it's stream of consciousness stuff, or structured, whether they're introspective or just crazy, it seems all that 'talking' can also be prayer.  I think God knows what's meant for Him.  

Bottom line - I think it's ok to spend this internal inadvertently-sacred time, as long as I start talking to real live people, too.