The Prayer Flower
by Nathan Brown
Prayer is a lot like radio. We seat ourselves alone — perhaps in a small room — and talk to the wall in the hope that someone, somewhere is listening. Through a process and technology we barely understand, we try to reach out to the unseen listener. We can try to prepare for the communication but — as often as not — it might be just as well to make it up in the moment. Perhaps sometimes the best arises from spontaneity. But on other occasions, the progress is awkward and we cannot even begin to imagine what might lie beyond the blank walls in which we are encased.
Then, every so often, there is a response, faint though it might be. A voice comes back; a message of encouragement — or even criticism — the important thing is the response. We are briefly reassured: someone is out there. And the show goes on. But that someone — or Someone — is all-important.
It is perhaps most difficult to reach beyond our tiny, bare-walled rooms, to hope for anything or Anyone beyond those walls, in times of suffering and anguish. Then, even our prayers — our attempts to communicate with the ‘outside’ — can add to our pain. Reflecting on his own experience of sorrow, C.S. Lewis comments on the seeming suffering in prayer: “And one prays; but mainly such prayers as are themselves a form of anguish.”[1] When our prayers just seem to bounce back to us from the surrounding walls, the room seems smaller still and the ricocheting pleas wound us further.
While there is a sense in which suffering is easier for a person of faith — having a hope and strength beyond themselves — there is also a sense in which suffering is complicated and rendered more difficult by belief. The problem of pain is also a problem of faith — but only for those who already believe: “The ‘hiddenness’ of God perhaps presses most painfully on those who are in another way nearest to Him”[2] For those of us who live in the expectancy of His presence and goodness, God’s apparent absence and silence compounds our pain and fear.
And there are moments when we are simply unable to believe, when a primitive nothingness is our only visible option. They may be only moments but by sheer force of will or habit we still cry out, in the style of Job, David’s anguished Psalms and Jeremiah’ Lamentations, and in some incredible way the cry of hopelessness is still a prayer.
Robert McCrum was a successful London publishing executive who suffered a severe stroke at just 40 years of age. He describes his year of fear and frustratingly slow recovery in My Year Off. Despite his avowed atheism, he finds himself reaching out to something in describing his periods of greatest desperation. He reflects, “I pray to a God I don’t believe in. But I had an absurd thought the other day, that the thing about God is that even if you don’t believe in him, he listens to you.”[3]
It’s a huge thought. Even in the moments when we are so hurt, grief-stricken or frightened that we cannot see any way to reach out to God, He hears those cries — and somehow, in His humility and graciousness, they can ‘count’ as prayers. Maybe that’s something in God’s promise that, “I will answer them before they even call to me.”[4] Before we are able to summon the willpower, the focus, the right words or whatever we think we might need to pray ‘properly,’ God is already answering. In prayer, it seems the readiness of God to listen is infinitely more important than our readiness to pray.
In his novel Lilith, George McDonald has one of his characters discover a tiny flower he is unable to identify. The character asks his travelling companion about this mysterious bloom. The raven tells him it is a unique prayer-flower: “Not one prayer-flower is ever quite like another.” The character is overwhelmed by its beauty, its form, its colour and its scent. “I did see that the flower was different from any flower I had ever seen before,” the character reflects. “Therefore I knew I must be seeing a shadow of the prayer in it; and a great awe came over me to think of the heart listening to the flower.”[5]
That heart is the heart of God. The heartbeat that sustains the universe pauses to hear our stumbling, desperate and even doubting cries.
Nathan,
Once again, a gently yet powerful reminder from you keyboard about aspects of our relationship with God. Thank you.
I would offer that the times of feeling alone or that God is being silent will be greatly reduced if we have a living relationship with the Holy Spirit. It has changed my relationship with God by making me far more aware of His guidance and the reassurances He provides that I used to overlook.
Thanks Nathan,
I've shared a link to your piece here and have bought C. S. Lewis, Prayer. Letters of Malcolm and am being blessed in the reading.
Oh brother. Prayer is a one way communication. Prayer within in an institutional setting is a reaffirmation of group think. "Oh Lord, give us wisom and guidance, amen"! When the heads come up then the group gets down to the real business of trying to figure out what to do with regards to any issues. In the end God gives, no counsel and no wisdom. We make our own decisions and bear the consequences. It is called freedom of action. I wonder if God sits up there, breaks out a drink and a cigar and smiles.
Thanks Nathan for your insights. There is much food for thought.
Among the many lines that popped out and caught my attention was this one:
"For those of us who live in the expectancy of His presence and goodness, God’s apparent absence and silence compounds our pain and fear."
There are those among us, myself included, who believe we have heard that "faint" response, but there are many who have not. The arguably deathly silence from God's side of the deal does pose a challenge.
I personally have come to the view that, while I believe "God Is", he is at best very non interventionist. Yet, like McCrum, I believe we do well to recognise that something deep inside of us can, even in the face of disbelief, rise up and feel the pull of something beyond.
Is that "pull" like a magnet near metal where the existence of one confirms the presence of the other? Or, is it just some inner explainable "quirk" in our pshyche developed over a hundred thousand years or so?
I like to think it is like a magnet. The existence of one confirming that of the other. Of course, like a magnet God's force or presence may also be much more entwined in the forces of nature than we admit too. In which case God's activity perhaps should more often be considered within what we call "natural" rather than "super"natural. Perhaps half the time we are looking for the wrong things?
Doctorf