Tonight at our church we are holding our monthly prayer meeting. If you are a regular bloggite here you will know that we have been exploring different aspects of prayer in our morning services at the moment. I have been trying to encourage people to pray together (see last Sunday morning’s sermon – or rather listen to it: ‘Teach us to pray together’) and invited people to come along tonight.
As I have started to think, pray and prepare for this evening’s meeting I have felt a certain amount of pressure to make it a good one, given that I have particularly invited people to come along. I have tried to think of innovative and helpful ways in which we can pray together. I have tried to remember what has been helpful in the past. I have considered the different resources on my shelves. I was even tempted to google* ‘brilliant prayer meetings’. But before I ran away with myself, a subtly subversive thought landed gently in my mind. It floated gossamer-like into my consciousness. It shimmered delicately towards me, smiling benignly and benevolently.
And then it smacked me around the head with a piece of 4 by 2! (Yes, that’s why there’s a picture of a plank)
I don’t need to come up with innovative ideas or the prayer meeting. I don’t need to offer an amazing experience. I don’t need to bing** ‘brilliant prayer meetings’. As I have been saying for the past couple of months, prayer is a privilege. It’s a conversation between us and God. Yes, GOD! The ALMIGHTY! KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS FOREVER AND EVER HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
If that is not enough of an incentive, what else could be? There’s nothing I could do or say that would be able to improve on that reality! Of course, being the holy and spiritual person that I am this reality took a while to dawn on me…
I have still prepared for the meeting tonight. But it will be less about the gimmicks and more about God. The God who came into the world to be with us in Jesus. The God who is with us and in us and around us and before us and after us and…
Be blessed, be a blessing.
Prayer-related joke that opened last Sunday morning’s sermon…
Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer.
“That’s good”, said the pleased mother. “If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask Him to help me not misbehave,” said Johnny. “I asked Him to help you put up with me.”
*other search engines are available
**other search engines are available! ‘Binging’ doesn’t seem to work as well as ‘googling’ as a word, does it?