pray every day

Yesterday was Palm Sunday. That’s the day we Episcopalians remember and re-enact the day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. They waved palm branches and shouted “Hosanna”

This is when we remember the week leading up to Jesus’ crucifixion. This is the week of Jesus’ last supper with His disciples which led to our ritual of the Holy Communion. This is when Jesus waited, while the disciples slept, in the garden of Gethsemene for his arrest and trial. He questioned God about why he had to die, but he went ahead and did it anyway. This is the week when Pilate dreamed about a Galilean whose death caused thousands of millions to cry out to him. This is the week of the crown of thorns and the dragging of that really heavy cross to Golgatha.

I will thank Him for the sacrifice today.

I know God is the very best power source. He made me, he knows me, he loves me and wants me to come to him. But I am a product of the instant gratification generation. I want to HEAR him outloud. I want him to ACKNOWLEDGE me. I want a clear ANSWER. These are not forthcoming. I think of a song by Emmylou Harris with the lines “I fear the silence is the face of God.” Like the “spirit of Christmas yet to come” in A Christmas Carol. Just pointing, pointing and waiting for me to come to the conclusions I know are right. Some people can feel His arms around them. I want that. But I have to work for it! Argh! Will I ever feel it? I think so. I have come close to feeling it when I am faithful to bible study and corporate prayer. I feel a light in the back of my mind. Hope and relief. The possibility of rest. That’s what prayer can do for me if I am faithful to it.