Last November, I taught a workshop to 47 Christian educators at the Children’s Ministry Conference held at Tyndale Seminary at the University of Toronto. The topic? Christian meditation with children. We talked about meditation as a type of prayer. They practiced what I taught them, and then saw how it might be introduced to children in either a church or school setting. With our current situation of anxiety and uncertainty, and families needing to stay home, meditation is a gift for all ages.
One year ago, I stood before the members of my congregation and made my profession of faith. In the months leading up to that moment, I learned a lot about the Christian Reformed Church and spent time reflecting on my own journey as a Christian.
A large wooden crucifix stands toward the front of the crypt sanctuary in St. Joseph’s Oratory, Montreal. While the crucifix is not central within worship, it evidently receives much attention. A striking feature of the crucifix is the worn nature of Jesus’ feet – the paint is worn away and the surface smooth from the many hands that have rested there.
I give myself over to rhythms of prayer because in the Western world today, one of the most effective apologetics we can give is our own transformed selves, and sitting in the presence of Jesus is transformational.
Small singing birds make me think of prayer. I’m not sure if it’s the metaphor of prayers as birds that attracts me or the thought that prayer and birdsong might be twinned. Which is more fitting?
But it’s not enough to tweet. It’s not enough, even, to pray and hope God will take action without you. Especially not for politicians. I would say to all today’s leaders: God doesn’t call you to stand there and look pious. He calls you to do something.
As part of our daily devotions my husband, Ed, and I use a small book called Prayers Ancient and Modern.
I live in two worlds. One is the hyper-cruel projection of Donald Trump’s narcissism that I cannot escape from, nor should. The other is a small community resolutely rejecting such wicked folly, praying for forgiveness when we slop at its toxic trough.
God of the cross and the lynching tree,
of the jail cell and the street corner,
of the Bible study and the police car,
look upon the world you have made.
Springtime is when farmers wonder what the growing season will be like. Will they get adequate moisture after planting? Will there be windy, hot days with no rainfall for weeks at a time? Farmers have all experienced drought at some time in their lives.