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“I suggest that most of the Psalms can only be appropriately prayed by people who are living at the edge of their lives, sensitive to the raw hurts, the primitive passions, and the naïve elations that are at the bottom of our life…’’ Walter Brueggemann
WORDS OF HOPE
One of my Lenten disciplines this year is praying the Psalms first thing in the morning. Normally, I head for the coffee and a full meal of the New York Times and multiple devotional postings. Even before Lent, though, I’d begun to feel over-stuffed with information (much of it disturbing) and, even with the wisdom of insightful writers.
This new practice feels like a resistance to the ways of the culture—resistance to consuming the media. And if Lent is about returning to God with all our hearts, starting off the day in intimate conversation with Love is surely a beginning.
So far, I’ve just free-formed it—reading the Psalm out loud (sometimes in more than one version), listening for the lines and themes which resonate, then moving to prayer. The other morning, with Psalm 12 as a focus, I reacted strongly to the “scoffers” and the liars who speak with “double hearts.” Plenty of names from the world of politics arose for scrutiny, and the prayer could have stayed there. But in the layering down which is so often part of the process of prayer, I confess how I too have succumbed to these flaws. Sorrow and regret arise, and I ask for forgiveness and healing.
The practice has also helped me appreciate how over time our response to scripture changes, given different life circumstances and levels of spiritual growth. When I first returned to my faith, I yearned to be one of the special ones mentioned in Psalm 24: the pure of heart who ascend to God’s holy hill. This Lent I know my oft-tainted heart. And these verses feel so exclusive--too “clubby,” with a little in-group gathered around the Holy above the rabble. How different to believe in the wideness of divine mercy, imagining Jesus feeding and laughing with and loving his rag-taggle band—our rag-taggle band—as if there’s no place on earth he’d rather be.
PRAYER
Open my eyes that I may see glimpses of truth thou hast for me.
Place in my hand the wonderful key that shall unclasp and set me free.
Silently now, I wait for thee. Ready my God thy will to see. Open my eyes,
illumine me, Spirit Divine* Amen.
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
Cathedral of Hope
Proclaiming Christ Through Faith, Hope and Love
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