Prayer is Not Magic

Sometime in the middle of August, I ran into Becca, one of my former students. She was about to start her freshman year in college as a pre-med major. As we caught up on our recent histories, she told me that her boss Charlie was in the hospital in a coma. He was in there for something routine. At some point, he was given something (accidentally?) in which he had a violent reaction. It caused renal failure, and he slipped into a coma. The prognosis was bleak.

Later that day, I found a quiet place and prayed for Charlie. I prayed everyday for God to heal Charlie. Let it his recovery be a miracle and an inspiration for others to find a way to get closer to God. I also prayed for his family to find the strength, courage, and endurance to make it through this trying time. Let it be in Your plan that Charlie recovered.

About a week later, I called Becca to see how Charlie was doing. I was not surprised to find out that his condition was improving a little. I had expected this kind of news; after all, I had been praying for his recovery. He was half-conscience. His eyes were not really open, but he would respond to request like, “Can you wiggle your feet?” His kidneys were still not functioning. Progress was still very guarded, but I knew things would work out for the best. I continued to pray for Charlie’s health.

I didn’t hear from Becca for a week or two. Finally, I saw her at our high school’s football game on Sept. 12th. I eagerly asked about Charlie. I was devastated to hear that he had died on Labor Day. My heart sank.

Why did Charlie not live? Why were my prayers not answered?

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Every moment…

Every moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men. Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, because men are not prepared to receive them: for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity and love.

— Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation

Seems Normal to Me

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The Sting of Sin

Fr. Ken told this parable during last week’s homily on the Exaltation of the Holy Cross:

There was a man standing beside a river and saw a scorpion floating on top of the water, helpless in the river current. The man reached out to save the scorpion and was stung. He instinctively reacted by jerking his hand back in pain. After a moment, he reached out a second time to save the scorpion and was stung one more time.

Another man was passing by and saw what had happened. He said to the man trying to save the scorpion, “You are a fool for trying to save that dreaded creature.”

The first man replied, “The nature of the scorpion to sting does not change my nature to save.”

Fr. Ken followed up the parable with this comment: On that day, where the crowd of people were jeering and cursing Jesus as He died on the Cross, we can almost hear the crowd say, “You fool. Why are you trying to save the dreaded creatures called humanity?” And we can almost hear Jesus reply, “The nature of man to sin does not change my nature to save.”

Prayer: The Pickle Jar Theory

The Pickle Jar Theory of Prayer is not really a theory but more of a method of prayer. It is based on a theory of time management involving a pickle jar. The analogy is to think of the many tasks that you must complete in a single day as rocks and pebbles. All of these tasks need to fit within one day, or a big pickle jar.

You have big tasks that must be done today. These are like big rocks. (Hopefully you only have a couple of these.) The many more medium sized tasks that you must complete are like medium size rocks. The pebbles represent all of the little things that you have to do within a day.

Now, how do you fit all of these rocks and pebbles into your big pickle jar?

To start, you place the big rocks in first. Among the gaps around the big rocks, you fit the medium size rocks. And then finally, you place all of your pebbles around and among the gaps of the big and medium size rocks. Thus, you can accomplish many, many tasks in one day.

Now for the Pickle Jar Theory of Prayer, we add one more ingredient—sand. Every grain of sand represents a small prayer with God. Your small prayer does not have to be anything fancy or formal. It should be as simple as saying the word Jesus or Lord in your mind. Or better yet, a few more words like the Jesus’ Prayer—Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me. Any word or phrase that you personally connect directly with God will work. Sometimes you do not even have to say a word in your mind. Just a glance at the cross or at a picture of Jesus will do. Even the feel of the cross dangling around your neck is enough to think of God. Anything will work, just as long as you are trying to make a connection with God and your heart. The trick, though, is to think consciously and continuously of God during your whole day.

When we add the sand to our pickle jar filled with rocks and pebbles, the sand fills in every nook and cranny. No space becomes untouched. In essence, the sand becomes the support for the other rocks and pebbles. The rocks will come and go, and even shift around, but the sand will always remain. The same with prayer. Prayer becomes the support for everything you do. God becomes the support for everything you do. As the sand wraps around and envelops the rocks and pebbles, prayer wraps around and envelops you, and you become closer to God. You live as if God is the most important thing in our life.

Ideally, over time, the sand metaphor should turn into a water metaphor. Sand is made of discrete, individual pieces. Water is continuous and flowing. When this happens, your whole day will be a prayer, and you will be doing what Paul says in 1 Thessalonians 5:17, “pray without ceasing”.

The more rain falls on the earth, the softer it makes it; similarly, Christ’s holy name gladdens the earth of our heart the more we call upon it. — St. Hesychois the Priest, from the Philokalia

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