the archives near Emmaus

I’ve always struggled with prayer. As a younger Christian the anxiety of talking into thin air to Someone was complicated by the anti-liturgical ethos of my fellow Pentecostals. Every prayer had to be “from the heart” so that we weren’t babbling meaningless prayers like the pagans…or the Anglicans, or Roman Catholics, or any group of Christians that had become “fossilized by tradition.” As I’ve aged (matured) I’ve realized that there is nothing wrong with written prayers nor with parroting their contents. The Book of Psalms may have been the first written works that I used for prayer, which felt normal since these were “inspired,” but over time I’ve learned to embrace catholicity, to recognize my limitations, and to openly borrow the words of others. Sometimes when we pray we have no words and the Spirit gives them to us. Sometimes when the Spirit gives us words those words are those…

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