I Woke Up: An Imaginary Prayer

I woke up this morning.
Thank You! I’m alive! You have given me life and sustained my life another day!

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Thank you, Lord, for eyes to see! Thank you for shelter, and a roof over my head!

I heard the traffic noises and rain falling outside my window.
Thank you for ears to hear! Thank you for protection from the elements!

I tuned over and burrowed under the blankets for a moment, before stretching and getting up.
Thank you for a bed and blankets! Thank you for mobility to stretch and rise from my bed!

I went to the bathroom.
Thank you, Lord, for clean, running water. Thank you for indoor plumbing and toilets!

I ate breakfast– toast, juice, and a scrambled egg.
Thank you for food. For a toaster, refrigerator, stove, pans, and fresh eggs.

I took my morning medicine.
Thank you for my health– the ability to treat my diabetes and live a productive life!

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed.
Thank you for hot water! Thank you for healthy teeth and skin! Thank you for clean clothes!

I checked my e-mail and text messages.
Thank you for the ability to communicate with friends and family, both near and far!

I got in the car, and drove to work.
Thank you for the ability to travel! Thank you for a job!

Just another hectic morning…Nothing special.

I left without saying my morning prayer or reading my Bible. I guess I was just too busy today…

“God Bless…What’s His Name”

In the movie, The Sound of Music, a young woman named Maria is asked to leave her life in a convent to become a governess of seven children belonging to a widowed Navy Captain. After a hectic first day, she settles in for her evening prayers. She lists by name all the people she wants God to bless; but as she goes through the unfamiliar names of the seven children, she realizes she has forgotten the name of the younger, “incorrigible” boy. After a short struggle, she simply asks God to “bless what’s his name.” That evening, a storm comes up and soon three frightened girls come running to Maria’s room, and happen to mention the boy’s name– Kurt. “That’s it. Kurt. God Bless Kurt!” A short time later, Kurt, his brother, Freidrich, and the other girls show up, and they all end up bonding and singing through the storm. It’s a nice movie scene, but it also teaches us a lesson about prayer.

Maria’s lapse reminds us that even when we try to include everyone, we often forget a person’s name, or forget one member of a larger group. Sometimes, we forget that we already mentioned someone else, and count them twice. It happens. When I was a teacher, even with my roll call list, sometimes I would make mistakes as I hurried through the task to get to a lesson. As I get older, I find it’s common for me to see a person’s face, and not be able to remember their name. And, disconcertingly, I often see a name and cannot remember the face! (“God bless Kurt…whoever he is.”)

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God knows the weaknesses and limitations of our minds. While it would be irresponsible to pray “God bless what’s his name” every night, and never try to call Kurt by name, it is important to lift up the “what’s his/her names” in our lives, trusting that God knows their names, their needs, their hearts, and their unique place in His plans. The very fact that we remember some essence of their personality or presence is enough to make them worth lifting up to the one who knows them far better. And perhaps someone else, who has forgotten your name, but not your value to the Father, is lifting you up in this very moment!

Maria’s prayer also reminds us that it is important to pray for individuals BY name (when we remember). We can pray for nations, groups, civil and corporate bodies, and churches, but when we pray for individuals, calling them to mind and heart, we are continuing a prayer that stretches through time and around the globe. This prayer– this list of names and remembrance of faces and spirits– began with Jesus and His disciples, and continues unbroken over centuries. It is a single prayer, tying together brothers and sisters in Christ who are otherwise divided by language and distance, time, and tide. Children saying their bedtime prayers; aged saints at their morning devotions; mothers lifting up their precious children; fathers lifting up their neighbors; missionaries lifting up their persecutors–throughout generations–this prayer is a continuous offering, like incense, rising to the throne of grace.

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God Bless Kurt. God Bless Gretl, and Fabiani, Yayoi and Bruno. God Bless You. And God Bless “What’s-her-name.”

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