Category Archives: Jesus in our Suffering

The Mystery of Prayer

Sunday’s sermon was on prayer and I find that my experiences bring me to a slightly different, but possibly important slant on it. My friend, Montez, pointed out that we have a two way relationship with God that is the basis of everything else. A relationship with God is the heart of the matter. And that relationship is expressed, fleshed out in our relationships with others. Prayer is an important aspect of caring about others.

We can’t really understand God, so our relationship with God is always going to be something of a puzzle. (If we understood God, we would be equal to God and the story of Adam and Eve points out the very human, but treacherous path that takes us on. ) Let’s face it, whether we live in a small cave in a world hard to explore on foot or in a world of trips to the moon and other planets, we are still teeny tiny vulnerable limited beings in a immense and scary universe. Our very understandable human desire for power, whether it comes from the illusion of power through knowledge, riches, weapons of destruction, or even our sense of a relationship with the creator of it all, it is to some extent an illusion. Our relationship with God is a dialogue that’s about growing in our ability to love unconditionally. It’s NOT about power.

My experience has been that a simple openness to something far greater than anything we are or know can be life changing. Unfortunately we are naturally limited in our understanding, so once we become aware of the size and power of whatever it is, the temptation is to use it for our own agendas. So it can be a temptation to turn prayer into an illusion of power.

Over and over Jesus turned to prayer for refueling, for understanding, for empowerment to both teach and heal and feed others. Prayer was his WAY of keeping his relationship with God open for understanding, strength, and the gifts of the Spirit, but MOSTLY it kept him aware of his dependence on God. In the end, he was powerless, totally dependent on his faith in the Love of God.

My experiences of both the power and the lessons of prayer have varied in extremes.

Once at a Catholic Charismatic Conference I witnessed the shorter leg of a young woman friend respond immediately to prayer with instant growth. She had to take her built up shoe off and go barefoot that weekend! Ten years later she was still able to wear flip flops and tennis shoes.

Yet, I watched my mother die by inches with Alzheimer’s for fourteen years.

A forty-year-old woman friend, who had not been raised in any religion, was in intensive care on a respirator in the hospital. She had a diagnosis of incurable idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis and was told she would never again be able to breathe off a respirator. She wanted to be unplugged, but a woman stopped to talk to her in the ICU one night and told her to simply give herself to the God of Jesus and trust his Love.. She did this. Three days later she was permanently off the respirator. She became a beautiful witness to the Love of God that was fleshed out in Jesus for all. But she continued to have all sorts of other health crises, even losing a leg. After about ten years she was polishing the candle holders and praying in her Episcopal church and was finally freed to forgive her father, who had been so awful that she had actually been happy that he died in a fire. Shortly after this she had a heart attack and was freed from her earthly struggles.

God is simply beyond anyone’s understanding. So, prayer is also.

I have had many prayers answered so quickly that it was beyond doubting a connection. But also, plenty that seem to fall on deaf ears. This isn’t heaven. And though when we are suffering it seems like eternity,  it isn’t even a blip in eternity. My youngest son was seriously ill from a heart defect his first four years, running temperatures that were beyond the thermometer. Every time he had to have a shot; it took three adults to hold him down. I’m sure that few minutes seemed like an eternity to him, because it did to me. At four years of age, he finally was healed without any medical repair. Through the whole four years I had many Christians of many denominations praying with me for him. (Note: Obviously as a child he was not being punished for anything).

My guess is that healings are so we will know that when God or medicine does NOT heal us, that it’s a part of our journey to a new level of faith and capacity for loving God and all others unconditionally.

Many Europeans seem to have given up on God. Most of the small churches have been turned into cafes or theaters. The crowds in Cathedrals are tourists. We in America have not had widespread bombing blitzes, fire-bombs, or nuclear destruction of our homes and cities. When in Holland my brother asked the tour leader if people in Holland thought we were now facing the end times. She said, “We thought it was the end times when we were eating our tulip bulbs to survive.”

Here in the USA, we don’t really realize how spoiled we are. We think it’s the end of the world when groceries cost too much, Hurricanes increase, and Covid makes us reclusive.

If it’s the end of our world, it’s because we killed it, not because Jesus is coming. Though I am seeing what seems to be some seeds of a renewal of faith in our country, as a History major, I’m pretty sure this isn’t the rapture.

Contrary to what Americans still seem to expect, this life is not heaven. As I’ve said before it seems to me to be a school for growing from need to the capacity for unconditional love……like the life journey of Jesus. And obviously we haven’t gotten there yet.

But I could be wrong, since I’m only 87 and God isn’t finished with me yet.

Jesus in our Suffering

Shortly before Christmas one year I woke up about three in the morning with an excruciating pain in one eye.  Neither eye drops or compresses helped.  My husband was recuperating from the flu and there were no Ophthalmologists in our small town. I decided to lie down in the living room and try to wait at least until time to dress to start out to our eye doctor in Nashville to wake my husband to drive me.  As I lay there praying for relief, I decided to praise God in this since I had read a book about praising in the hard things. I praised as each pain hit for several minutes and then sensed a presence by the window. A sense of incredible love was coming from it. It was overwhelmed by love and even though the pains kept coming, I began to praise with total joy. The love was worth the pain!  I continued praising joyously and finally simply fell asleep.  When the sun came through the window I woke up without any pain.  It never returned.

Another experience of sensing Jesus in a hard time was when touring a Cathedral in Prague. I was traveling in a wheelchair with my husband and son. The day we arrived for the first time in my life, I experienced rejection simply because I was in a wheelchair. Countries that had been under either German or Communist control were prejudiced against any sort of handicapped person.  Handicapped family members were kept out of sight, often even in attics. It wasn’t because I was an American.  When we got home, we even read about a family in Germany suing a hotel because their vacation was ruined by seeing a handicapped person at a near-by table at dinner.  They were awarded $20,000 by the German Court. Often the only handicapped bathrooms were in airports and MacDonalds. This was thirty years ago, so hopefully that has changed.

 I was only temporarily having to use a wheelchair, but when my husband was trying to get me out of the rain onto a covered sidewalk, several middle-aged women not only wouldn’t just move over a little to give us room, but as we had to pass them in the street one turned scowling and literally hissed at me. I felt crushed. Why would someone hate me when they didn’t know me?

That next day when we were touring the large ornate cathedral, my son wanted to climb the stairway to the top and my husband was trying to take photos of the ornate gold sarcophagus and the walls made with semi-precious stones. Crowds filled the cathedral, but we finally found a dark empty corner to park me in the wheelchair.  I could see the main altar which was marble and had a lot of gold candelabra but didn’t have the usual crucifix with Jesus over it. My son and husband were caught up in admiring the architecture and decoration and as I waited and waited, I became very down about being crippled and rejected and stuck in a dark corner by myself. Finally, I looked up behind me in my dark empty corner and there was Jesus on the cross. I remembered his words, “Whatever you do to the least of my brethren, you do unto me.” I was not alone. And never would be. Whatever we suffer, Jesus is suffering with us.

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