PRAYER

I've written about prayer on my blog several times. I profess that I am a Christian and do acknowledge the power and importance of prayer. I'd be lying if I say that I set aside time every day for prayer. The truth is I'm as guilty as most people I know of just praying for specific needs, when I'm struggling with some difficulty in life or when I "need" something.

Even though I don't always remember to talk directly to God on a daily basis, I am aware of the Divine's presence in my life. "Pray always" doesn't necessarily mean talking-it can mean listening or just being still and aware of the sacred at work in our lives.

I've been reminded of my prayer life recently as I've offered up prayers for Fritz, my very dear friend who is looking desperately for a new job. I've prayed for him and issues with his family. And, I believe, it has been a powerful experience for me. I’ve prayed so very fervently about Fritz’ situation. I don’t know what the ultimate outcome will be of his situation, but I have peace knowing that something very good is going to come along for Fritz and his family.

Often when someone asks for my prayers, I will keep them in my thoughts and carry them with me. I'm not sure that qualifies as prayer, but it is how I deal with it.

Here’s my confession: There’s just something about the feeling that comes when someone tells you they are praying for you. When I became Catholic eight years ago, for confirmation I chose for myself the name “David”. I chose “David” for two reasons. First, St. David is a Patron saint of prayer. Secondly, my grandmother always said if she had a son, she would have named him David. I wanted then, as I do now, to have prayer as a strong part of my life. I confess that prayer is not the priority in my life that I wish it were. I’ve found it so difficult to discipline myself to have the type of prayer life I know I should have. On this, Pentacost Sunday, I pray that "fire" of the Holy Spirit may empower my prayer life.