Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Prayer

“Some people think that we alter God’s will and plans through prayer, but it is actually our hearts that are changed. The unfulfilled potential of our soul is ever striving to reach beyond the limitations of this imperfect life.”

“The essence of prayer does not consist in asking for things, but in opening one’s heart to God. It is the desire for God himself, the giver of life. Prayer is communion with God, receiving him who is the giver of all good gifts, living a life of fellowship with him. It is breathing and living in God.”

Excerpts taken from Sadhu Sundar Singh – Essential Writings

Growing in such a culture as ours, prayer may lose its life. It may also be spiritualized, in a sense that creates false understanding of its purpose and it’s spiritual mode or influence. Yet, it is as vital as the air we breathe. In a world that is already disconnected from what God intended, it is our sustenance. Especially, during the times we cannot understand or perceive our Creator and His ways.

Last week, after we returned home from celebrating a 3-0 win over another local University in a soccer tournament, I received an SMS message. The wife and unborn child of one of our students had unexpectedly died. A few of us drove silently in the night to a clinic where he himself, was recovering from appendix surgery. We consoled him in his grief, and the our Congolese friends present, lifted their voices in perfected a cappella songs and prayer. He lost his lifetime companion and unborn child, carries a burden of concern for the well being of his children.

We gathered the following day near his home for the funeral. A production of messages, songs, and prayer. Again, the UCBC community surrounded their hurting brother, assisting with digging his wife and child’s resting place at the local Catholic mission grounds.

On the way to the mourning, are front tire popped with earsplitting sound. Not that a flat tire is uncommon, usually at least once a week. But, in this moment, my inner being reached that point of dissatisfaction with the situation…with God. Though unseen by all, the rest of the day it continued to irritate. I remained unnerved when I met with our student for words of encouragement, understanding, and prayer, but inside remained quietly distant throughout the day.

I confess, it is difficult for me to bend my knees and bow my head, but throughout my experience here I’ve learned what that truly means, and it’s significance to the life of a believer. Perhaps it is the culture and context here that has initiated meditation in the form of prayer. Maybe it’s just easier to pray with authenticity, not a traditional act done only around a table or in the presence of group. For, I find myself breathing God most, in the solitude of a room with only my silent echoes.

One thing will always remain constant, without prayer I would be innate, unable to find understanding or comfort, unable to give, unable to love. Trapped in bitterness, frustration, and my own self. Unable to adapt. Peace, would be distant. And the lungs of my heart, mind, soul, and whatever else makes us who we are, would not have the strength to breathe.

The past couple months we have witnessed a number of tragedies and challenges. So I ask for prayers for the following...

The student who lost his wife and unborn child. Pray for comfort and rest. Pray for the family as they make arrangements to help with the care of the children. Pray for the student as he grieves the loss of his life companion.

Another student, a Mama, lost her unborn child three weeks before the expected due date. She has recovered well, but please pray for continued strength and comfort.

The student who was hit by the truck is still recovering in the hospital. She continues to improve daily. The doctors are expected to conduct two graft operations. Please pray for guidance for the doctors and continued healing of her arm.

One of our volunteers and friend was hospitalized a week and a half ago due to malaria and dehydration. She is more or less fully recovered, but still feels a little tired and sore. Please pray for her continued strength and continued protection.

4 comments:

Stephanie said...

Justin -

I met you awhile back at Epikos when you were home visiting (I'm the who served in Jamaica for a few months). I really enjoy reading of your adventures, struggles, challenges, and experiences with the people you're working with. I'm sorry to hear that there has been so much tradgedy and suffering to endure recently. I am praying for all these needs, and praying for strength, joy, and the peace that surpasses all understanding for you as well.

In Him,

~Stephanie

P.S.: You're a FANTASTIC writer!

Andy Berndt said...

Since when did you become a great writer Hubbz? Why is it that I went to journalism school and can't write to save my soul, and you went to FBI school and became a poet?

Molu said...

Justin,

When I went to Kenya I journeyed on the same road as you. At first everything was so new, so interesting then everythig became humorus, "they" did thing in a funny way. In time, for me about 7 months down the road, I was irritated by everythig, I lost my sense of joy. In time I felt a change as I learned to accept this new culture on its terms. More often than not it was becoming "us". In time I have gained some understanding a see the wisdom of the place I now call home. It has taken 24 years, apart from not handling the traffic in Nairobi with any amount of maturity, I can see God's hand even in the hard and difficult times.

Anonymous said...

In prayer, my brother ...