Prayer as Sacrifice

We are true worshipers and true priests. We pray in spirit, and so offer in spirit the sacrifice of prayer. Prayer is an offering that belongs to God and is acceptable to him: it is the offering he has asked for, the offering he planned as his own.

We must dedicate this offering with our whole heart, we must fatten it on faith, tend it by truth, keep it unblemished through innocence and clean through chastity, and crown it with love. We must escort it to the altar of God in a procession of good works to the sound of psalms and hymns. Then it will gain for us all that we ask of God.

— Tertullian, Treatise on Prayer

Each year, the senior religion classes visit a Hindu temple, a Jewish synagogue, a Moslem mosque, and a Buddhist monastery. I remember from a couple years ago, the rabbi at the synagogue saying something about the destruction of the Temple in first century Jerusalem. After its destruction, the Jews could no longer offer animal sacrifices to God. What were they to do? It occurred to them that prayer was a form of sacrifice, a more sophisticated and evolved form. Prayer is how we offer ourselves to God. (See Micah 6:6-8)

Now for me, a citizen of the 21st century, my experiences are far removed from the idea of animal sacrifices. I understand and appreciate the metaphor, especially how Tertullian compares aspects of animal sacrifice with aspects of prayer: fatted calf with “fatten it on faith”, unblemished and clean with innocence and purity. But to be honest, I never really thought of prayer, especially my own prayer, as a sacrifice.

For me, prayer has always been relational, God and me, the Body of Christ and me, for those whom I pray for and God. To say that prayer is sacrificial seems to put prayer in a negative connotation, a burden. It makes prayer sound more obligatory and a requirement rather than stemming from love and genuine desire to be in relationship with God.

On one hand, to be in relationship with someone, anyone, even with God, choices must be made. Any choice involves in some sense a sacrifice because something must be given up to pursue the object of the choice. If I have a choice between A or B, and I choose A, then B is sacrificed for the choice of A. The experience of B is lost in order to gain A. Do I choose to be with this friend or stay home and watch TV? Do I choose to spend some of my time praying, that is being with God, or doing something else?

On the other hand, to give something to someone is also, in a sense, a sacrifice. The thing that I give to the other is no longer mine; it belongs to the other. My loss, their gain. If the thing is taken rather than freely given, then the loss will most likely be felt as painful. If the thing is freely given, then the “gift” may or may not be felt as a painful loss to the giver; it depends on the nature of the gift. I suppose that the more the gift is felt as painful or as a loss to the giver, the more the gift may be seen or felt in terms of sacrifice. Either way, regardless of feelings, giving is a sacrifice, a sign of love.

Giving and receiving is part of what it means to be in a relationship with another. That is how connections are made between people, between hearts, between us and God. That is how love is formed and strengthened. Taking does not build a positive relationship. It must be in the act of freely giving, and with the attitude of receiving, not taking, that love happens. God never takes. He patiently waits to receive us, to receive our prayers, our joys and sorrows, our hearts, our love.

The choice is yours. What are you going to choose?

Unworthy?

This is a portion of a letter I wrote to one of my students recently:
Yesterday, you mentioned something about being a little uncomfortable at Mass lately because you feel unworthy. I hope you never forget what I whispered to you after Mass yesterday: “Wherever the Blessed Sacrament is, you are welcome there.”
You say that you feel unworthy. Well, in a way, you are not worthy. Neither am I. None of us are. But God still loves us. He still loves you. That’s what God is, Love. He cannot help it. God cannot not love. God loves us unconditionally. Not because of what you are or do, but because of what He is and does. And because He loves us, we become worthy. By ourselves, there is no worth in us. We cannot be or do anything. All is a gift from God. All our worth comes from God. And that makes you one of the most precious creatures in the universe!
The sacraments, especially in the Eucharist, are a way for God to touch us. If you read the Gospels, touching was Jesus’ preferred way to heal people. He could have willed them healed from a distance, but he chose to touch them, to touch them in their humanity, to touch them where they were at, and to lift them up to Him. Jesus made them worthy. The sacraments are God’s way to *hug* us, to kiss us on the forehead, and say “I love you”. For me, the metaphor of God kissing me on the forehead makes my heart smile. I imagine the metaphor of a warm embrace probably means much more to you.
God loves you so much that He gives Himself to you through the Eucharist. He touches you through the Eucharist, to heal you, to feed you, to make you worthy. So, wherever the Blessed Sacrament is, you are most welcome to be there because that is where He is, and He loves you, and wants you near Him. You are His child. You are His.

For All That Has Been

For all that has been—Thanks.
To all that shall be—Yes.
To say Yes to life is at one and the same time
    to say Yes to oneself.
Yes—even to the element in one which is most unwilling
    to let itself be transformed from a temptation into a strength.
To be free, to be able to stand up and
    leave everything behind—without looking back.
To say Yes.

— Dag Hammarskjord

To Reach for God

I must always remember that I can no more approach God than an infant can approach his mother. When the baby sees its mother several feet away, he tries to reach her by stretching out his tiny arms toward her. But it is Mom who goes the distance and makes the connection. In the same way, my human capacity to reach across the great divide between the finite and the infinite is eternally inadequate. But from God’s perspective, the gap doesn’t exist at all. Like a loving mother, our Mother-God is ever present.

Because of his mother’s faithfulness, the child of the loving mother soon becomes convinced that his reach is sufficient, and in a way he’s right, isn’t he? In the same way, all I need to do in order to reach God is to reach for God. I should do myself a favor to memorize this line: To reach for God is to reach God. I will have to remind myself of this whenever I feel tempted to believe that God will only come to me if I find the magic book, say the magic formula and become the perfect pray-er. I should trust that God is present to me any time I stretch out my feeble little spiritual arms.

— Mark E. Thibodeaux, S.J., Armchair Mystic

Nothing Without You

Take these hands and lift them up
For I have not the strength to praise You near enough
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You

Take my voice and pour it out
Let it sing the songs of mercy I have found
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You

All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
That I have nothing without You

Take my body and build it up
May it be broken as an offering of love
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You

All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
But I love You

With all my heart
With all my soul
With all my mind
And all the strength I can find

All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
I have nothing

Take my time here on earth
And let it glorify all that You are worth
For I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing without You

— Bebo Norman