Beginnings and opening doors made me think about prayer. Not prayer that simply presents our praises and requests to God or seeks his guidance and answers, but prayer that goes deeper than that, bringing us into an awareness of his constant companionship, that relationship Jesus talks about in John 15:15; his presence in our daily life, whatever we are doing, wherever we are.
So often we rely on words and are uncomfortable if we can’t find the “right” ones. Even in silence, we talk to ourselves in our heads with endless conversations. Words… Yet some of our most precious moments with our closest friends are silent. There is no need for words and the same is true with God.
If prayer is more than talking to God, what is it? The tuning in to God’s wavelength, silent attending on him, creating a link between ourselves and him, an expression of ourselves to God. To express ourselves we need symbols of some kind which can act as pointers, directing us, “doorways”to God.
Although it is still words, poetry is a good example of a doorway. Read aloud it appeals to the imagination and other senses. It can lead us beyond itself, beyond words, to a picture. Every poem has a taste of its own. The following is a poem by L. Housman (from Little plays of St Francis), and opens the door for me at this time of year.
Light looked down and beheld Darkness. “Thither will I go,” said the Light.
Peace looked down and beheld War.”Thither will I go,” said Peace.
Love looked down and be held Hatred. Thither will I go,” said Love.
So came Light and shone.
So came Peace and gave rest.
So came Love and brought Life.
Coming to God in prayer through doorways we have not opened before can be revitalizing. Certainly we need never be too old or set in our ways to use the doorways others creativity offers us.