A Prayer When You Need Rest
This week has been another very full week. I was up past 3 a.m. at least four times this week preparing for our 4th year anniversary at Kairos Los Angeles and doing my normal weekly schedule. I am still trying to catch up on my e-mails, which rarely get under 1,500 unanswered. Anybody have some good suggestions on how to keep up with e-mails these days? The technology is both a blessing and a curse for me. I am up to date on answering phone calls, so if you need to get a hold of me for something, phone is the best way.
With e-mails I am keeping current with new ones but I have some old ones I have yet to answer, so please forgive me if you have yet to hear from me. I want to get to them.
I am happy to say that I almost always take a Sabbath Day rest and this week I was able to go surfing at one of my favorite spots. I was able to get 10 good rides. It was a great day for me. I took another church planting friend along with me this past week. Also on Friday, I was able to take my monthly day-get-away of silence and solitude, where I took some time to pray and meditate on the scripture.
In light of this past week and this being Sabbath day for many (mine is typically Thursday because the nature of my vocation) I have the following prayer from Eddie Askew, one of my favorite people I go to learn how to pray honestly besides the psalmists and Eugene Peterson.
"Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest." - Jesus (Mark 6:31)
A PRAYER
Lord, I'm tired. Exhausted.
Sometimes I wonder how I find the strength.
So much to do, so little time and energy.
And always one thing more,
nagging at the back of my mind like toothache.
Unwelcome yet hard to ignore.
I buzz around, a frantic fly
battering the window pane
until I fall exhausted to the sill.
All noise and movement but so little done.
And in the effort to respond
to all the calls that others make
I find I'm losing touch with you.
The crowds get in between.
The more I do for you
the further off you seem.
A paradox until I hear your voice,
not asking more of me
but telling me to find a breathing space,
a place to rest.
And in the quiet you are there.
No accusations,
and no suggestions that I could do more.
And as we sit together
I being to realize that many of the demands I face
are self-imposed. They're mine.
Born out of ego,
and the guilt I feel when I can't cope
comes from my pride and not from you.
Forgive me, Lord...
because I ask more of myself than you do.
And when I'm faced with something
I just can't find the energy to do
give me the honesty to face the fact
that maybe you're not asking it of me.
You made the world,
it wasn't me
and, valued as I am,
it's you who keeps it going.
by Eddie Askew - Cross Purposes













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