Summary: Out of the mouth of children. Bold and from the heart!
March 2nd 2008
The original text for today was about the blind man who receives his sight. It is a story about our spiritual blindness. I realize Lent is a time of struggle, but I am worn out preaching what I call fire and brimstone sermons. Sure we need to hear about our spiritual lack of sight, but not today, maybe next week.
When praying what to do about this text, I thought to myself, “Self how about a message on prayer. So that is what you have—a focus upon prayer throughout our sweet hour of worship. I remember when I first considered going into seminary. I would get these cold sweats when I would think about praying in front of all you people. Why in the world God would you ever want the likes of me as a pastor? I can’t pray!
Sure I can pray on Sundays with a script laid out in front of me, or give me a little time to prepare, so I can write something down, OK. But up until very recently if you threw me in front of a hospital bed with someone sick, scared, or dying, ask me spontaneously to say grace, and I would still get these cold sweats.
So you see, I can relate to the disciple’s request of our Lord and Savior when they asked him, “Lord, teach us to pray.”
What I found fascinating about this text is that the disciples ask Jesus to teach them to pray, but Jesus does not give them magical words to say. Instead, Jesus teaches them about the nature of the one to whom they pray. This short gospel reading begins and ends emphasizing that we can pray to God as to a heavenly Father. Jesus’ teaching assure us that prayer is effective not because of the way we kneel or fold our hands, or because we have found the right words, but because of God’s nature as a Father who loves us as children and wants to give us what we need.
Speaking of Daddies and children. Do you realize that I have the best behaved children in the world? That is, as long as nobody else is around them. Well, one day when somebody was around, our oldest Lindsey was misbehaving. Sandy and I, I feel are strict disciplinarians, so we sent little Lindsey off to her room to think about what she had done.
When supper time came Lindsey had this sad pitiful look on her face. In our house we have this ritual of everybody saying prayers before we eat, and I tell you these children of mine are hilarious when it comes supper time prayers. Sometimes they even fight over who’s going to pray first. I think God may love that kind of enthusiasm, maybe without the fighting. Well anyway, Lindsey our oldest usually has a new prayer she has learned from girl scout, camp or whatever. These prayers carry all the hand motions and gyrations of a normal 9 year old. Noah our 7 year old says his prays so fast if you blink you’ll miss it, and little Kaylee feels she must sing ever prayer.
Well on this particular evening, Lindsey, the one who has been punished doesn’t do one of her normal up beat fancy motion prayer, she simply bows her little head and say, “Dear Father, I thank you for preparing a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, Amen!”