Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer....and this quote made me think of the previous post on praying without words. Anne Lamott says in Help, Thanks, Wow:
When we are stunned to the place beyond words, we're finally starting to get somewhere. It is so comfortable to think we know what it all means, what to expect, and how it all hangs together. When we are stunned to the place beyond words, when an aspect of life takes us away from being able to chip away at something until it's down to a manageable size and then to file it nicely away, when all we can say in response is "Wow," that's a prayer....and this brought me around to thinking about what Ceola said about how drawing a picture helped her to remember the morning's devotions.
There's something about things that take us out of the space of words that points us to a bigger God, a God who defies our explanations, who cannot fit into the box we create with our words. This is a God that can meet us in our souls, in our emotions, in the parts of ourselves that go deeper than reason.
