I’ve returned, once again, to praying without ceasing. It still seems to be a habit that gets forgotten and then renewed. Such a mystery this ebb and flow or prayer. But here it was again as I started a day of cooking for friends who are having a tough time medically. I wanted to take them a meal, a nice meal, which I knew would take added effort and time on my part. But I didn’t want this to feel like a burden or a chore. I wanted all the preparations, including the brownie baking, to be part of the gift.
And the Jesus Prayer, Jesus Christ have mercy on me, made it so. I didn’t say the words out loud; they were in my consciousness. Along with the meal, the prayer produced a calmness and delight in the preparation.
Um, I wonder what drew me back to this praying without ceasing. God, of course, but that’s still hard for me to believe. What’s that marvelous scripture? “I believe; help my unbelief” (Mark 9:24).
And the Jesus Prayer, Jesus Christ have mercy on me, made it so. I didn’t say the words out loud; they were in my consciousness. Along with the meal, the prayer produced a calmness and delight in the preparation.
Um, I wonder what drew me back to this praying without ceasing. God, of course, but that’s still hard for me to believe. What’s that marvelous scripture? “I believe; help my unbelief” (Mark 9:24).
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