Funny isn’t it? How when it’s cold, we want it to be 
							hot, and when it’s hot, we wish it to be cooler. 
							 
							Some have suggested this is how they sometimes feel 
							with their prayer habits: when life is going well, 
							it is easy not to pause and pray, and when life gets 
							hard, the first thing we do is pray. 
							 
							Think of that last one. Maybe a part of your prayer 
							is to blame or to question God about the 
							difficulties we experience. That’s called lament. 
							It’s also honest to admit that because of the 
							hardships, we may sometimes choose not to pray.  
							 
							Whatever our motivations (or lack thereof), God 
							welcomes prayer: whether it’s those we have written 
							in our journals or those we offer up quickly before 
							we pull off a Band-Aid, God finds us.  
							 
							This is why—in spite of God’s availability and 
							hospitality—we must make time to pray. It is easy to 
							get lost in life’s busyness and the occasional storm 
							that accompanies this journey. Prayer brings us back 
							to the depths of our being, and perhaps by invoking 
							the name of Jesus in wonder and love, prayer returns 
							us to the place of our true (first) existence: God. 
							 
							To rest in the presence of God has often been called 
							‘prayer of the heart’ or contemplative prayer. 
							Prayer of the heart may use few words or none, but 
							it requires faith and a willing, attentive heart. 
							Sometimes we don’t pray because we may not know how 
							to, or we wonder which practice is the right one. 
							Our worry makes us miss the purpose of prayer. After 
							all, prayer isn’t about doing something right so 
							that we might change God; rather, we pray so that we 
							may become of aware of God’s presence in our lives.
							 
							 
							Prayer is meant to reorient our lives toward God, 
							and it reminds us of our need for ongoing 
							conversion, mercy, and love—all of which God freely 
							gives. The quality of each person’s life grows from 
							the prayer of the heart as a whole, and prayer 
							immeasurably nourishes one’s life in return.  
							 
							To pray when only we find it convenient robs us of 
							God’s goodness in every moment of every day amidst 
							every season. When we begin to make time to pray—to 
							ponder what is before us now with trust, joy, and 
							loving attention—that’s when we become aware of the 
							divine in all aspects of life.  
							 
							My understanding of prayer has evolved over the 
							years. What used to be a transactional practice as a 
							child—“God if you heal my cut, I promise to never 
							walk barefoot in the alley again”—has become one of 
							holy listening. And being. 
							 
							The best example of a prayer of the heart I can 
							offer you from my life is one I experienced on this 
							94-degree day:  
					 
				 
			 
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							I was shopping in a store who had their air 
							conditioner cranked up so high—I swear—I saw 
							snowflakes. The longer I wandered the aisles, the 
							colder I became… to the point that I started getting 
							goose bumps. Though my heart rate was up a bit after 
							the jaunt from the store to my truck, I was still 
							shivering when got to the door. As I opened it, it 
							was like I had stuck my head in my mom’s oven after 
							she cooked lasagna; a wave of heat smacked me in the 
							face. Getting in and settled in the seat, I grabbed 
							the steering wheel almost hot to the touch, and a 
							strange thing happened…. 
							 
							Suddenly, a profound sense of peace overcame me. 
							 
							I imagine that’s what it’s like when babies wake in 
							the middle of the night, scared from loneliness or 
							want, then are held and swaddled in their parent’s 
							arms, pressed against a beating heart and comforted 
							by a rhythm they’ve felt since the beginning. 
							 
							As I thawed, I became overwhelmingly aware of my 
							need for God’s mercy in my life. In that very 
							moment, God cradled me in the warmth of Her 
							gentleness, returning me to my core—to Love. On this 
							August-like day in June, I remembered the real 
							purpose of prayer is the deepening of personal 
							realization in love—the awareness of God. 
							 
							Friends, may you be warmed by the light of God. And 
							may you come to embrace that you have already been 
							found in Christ. And may you trust that even now, 
							with your words or despite the absence of them, the 
							Spirit is shaping you into the beloved child of God 
							you are.  
							 
							To rest in the presence of God has often been called 
							‘prayer of the heart’ or contemplative prayer. 
							Prayer of the heart may use few words or none, but 
							it requires faith and a willing, attentive heart. 
							Sometimes we don’t pray because we may not know how 
							to, or we wonder which practice is the right one. 
							Our worry makes us miss the purpose of prayer. After 
							all, prayer isn’t about doing something right so 
							that we might change God; rather, we pray so that we 
							may become of aware of God’s presence in our lives.
							 
							 
							[Adam Quine, pastor of First Presbyterian Church 
							in Lincoln]  |