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Meet Me at Ten Minutes of Seven in Your Heart

Dr. Thomas K. Tewell wrote this meditation for Dr. Doug Hood’s upcoming book, A Month of Prayer & Gratitude: Five-Minute Meditations for a Deeper Experience of Gratitude.

“‘When you pray, don’t pour out a flood of empty words, as the Gentiles do. They think that by saying many words they’ll be heard.’”

Matthew 6:7 (Common English Bible)

Have you ever promised someone, “I’ll pray for you” . . . and then forgotten to do it? I have! Sometimes, I say that I’m going to pray for someone . . . but amid the busyness of life and ministry . . . I forget! Then a day later . . . I think of that person for whom I was going to pray . . . and my face turns red! So . . . I decided to adopt three habits that help me keep my promise. Maybe you will consider trying these habits too!

Habit #1. Get Specific. When I ask someone if they would allow me to pray with and for them, I ask them specifically what they’d like me to pray for. The specificity of their request has helped me enormously. Instead of offering “a general prayer” for someone, my prayer is in tune with the desires of their heart. And, when they give me something specific to pray for, I feel commissioned by them to pray . . . and I remember to do it! I also write their request down . . . that helps too!

Habit # 2. “A Prayer Bundle.” One of my spiritual practices is to keep a daily prayer bundle of people for whom I pray. Here is how it works. I pray for some people every day . . . my wife, two sons, two daughters in law and our grandchildren as well as the members of our Macedonian Ministry staff team and other friends. They are in my daily prayer bundle no matter what. And, I sometimes ask one or more of them specifically, “where do you need prayer right now? “They always seem to appreciate my asking. In addition, if I am working with a pastor on their preaching, leading a retreat for a church, or meeting with a cohort of Macedonian Ministry pastors, I put them in my prayer bundle. And . . . I take people in and out of my bundle as circumstances change.

Habit # 3. Checking in. I check in with the person for whom I am praying and I ask them about the specific things for which they asked me to pray. That way, I not only update my prayer bundle, but it reminds me to pray for them. I may send the person a text, an email, or give them a quick phone call to check-in. Checking in means a lot to people . . . and to me!

When I mentioned my “prayer bundle” concept at a retreat recently, two men introduced themselves to me whose lives have been radically changed by prayer. Bob and Jim had been roommates in college. After spending several years in the business world, without keeping in touch, they met again in an MBA program. After getting their business degrees, they both moved to Washington D.C., got married, started families, and have significant careers in our nation’s capital. Although their lives were quite similar, there was several major differences . . . Bob was a person of faith who had admitted the fact that he was an alcoholic and was getting help . . . while Jim was not a person of faith and, to be honest, he had not yet faced his drinking problem.

In a time of crisis, Jim reached out to Bob for help . . . knowing that Bob was a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. As Bob shared the brokenness of his life with Jim, and how he painfully came to the realization that he was powerless over alcohol . . . Jim realized that he had called the right friend. Jim shared his pain with Bob . . . pain that he had not shared with anyone. For the first time in his life Jim said these words . . . and meant them . . . “I am an alcoholic.” That very night, Bob took Jim to his first A.A. meeting. As they talked after the meeting Jim said to Bob, “Now comes the hard part. I have to go home and tell my wife.” Jim had actually tried telling her a few years earlier, but the words wouldn’t come.

Bob asked, “When are you going to tell her?” Jim said, “I think I’ll tell her after we take the kids to school tomorrow morning. Bob said, “Jim, is there any time that you will be alone between now and then?” Jim said, “The only time that I will be alone between now and telling her is when I get into the shower in the morning.” Bob said, “What time is that?” Jim said, “I can set my watch by it. I get into the shower at ten minutes of seven every morning.” Bob said, “Ok, when you get into the shower and the water pours down on your face, imagine that the water is the healing power of God. I know you have doubts about the God thing . . . I understand that . . . but trust me that whoever God is will be there to give you the words to say to Ann. And, remember . . . I will be praying for you at exactly ten minutes to seven.”

The next morning at ten minutes of seven, the water came down on Jim . . . and nothing special happened. No lightning bolts . . . no voice from God. However, Jim did feel an inner assurance that he was doing the right thing by being honest with his wife. When he stammered out the words that he was an alcoholic . . . Ann got up from the table, came right over to Jim, and hugged him. She said, “Honey . . . I’ve known this for a long time, but I didn’t know whether you knew it.” Ann had been secretly going to Al-Anon meetings for spouses of alcoholics, but now Jim and Ann could face this challenge together. For the first time in his life, Jim thought . . . “there may be a God.”

At the retreat, Jim told me that he believes in God . . . and he has been free of alcohol for over two years. He is starting to feel much better, but he knows that he has to say “no” to alcohol . . . one day at a time! Jim also told me that the key moment for him was when Bob told him that he was going to pray for him at ten minutes of seven! These men have been praying for each other at ten minutes of seven each morning for the past two years. They pray and check in about everything . . . their lives, their marriages . . . their roles as fathers . . . their careers. Everything.

The truth is that they are in each other’s prayer bundles! They did not know what to call their practice . . . and I gave them a name for it . . . prayer bundles! That’s why when I mentioned this at the retreat, they were eager to tell me their story. And, they wanted to tell me why it is so meaningful to them to meet every morning . . . at ten minutes of seven . . . in their hearts! Tell me . . . do you have a prayer bundle? And, do you have someone with whom you could pray at ten minutes of seven?

Joy,

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A Prayer for Help

“My whole being waits for my Lord—more than the night watch waits for morning; yes, more than the night watch waits for the morning!”

Psalm 130:6 (Common English Bible)

I have always heard that life is the great teacher. Now that I am in my sixties, the truth of that axiom presses more clearly than ever before. But I have found increasingly that young children are also a great teacher. Recently I watched a young child, accidently separated from his mother, experience panic when he realized mom was no longer in sight. They were in a major department store and, apparently, one or the other turned a corner and the other did not. It is a familiar story. I kept my eye on the child while he sought his mother—my desire that he not encounter trouble until mother was again in sight. What I observed of the child taught me a powerful biblical principal—though the child was separated, for a time, from his mother, and though he was clearly experiencing distress from this separation, he continued his search, calling out to her. Here was a child who is dependent upon his mother, now separated from her, who never gave up hope that he would again be with her.

That is the same basic drive located here in this teaching from Psalm 130. The palmist, the protagonist of this narrative, feels separated from God. Present is fear, distress, and disillusionment from the separation.  Almost everyone comes to this place, a place when God seems absent, and all hope appears gone. Early on, we try to throw ourselves into our work seeking to ignore the anxiety that grows upon us. But that only helps for a while. Eventually, the darkness of grief, heartache, and disappointment overwhelms. Darkness will not be ignored. We consider one option and then another, any option that might be available to ease the persistent turmoil that stirs deep in our soul. But options are hard to see in the dark, hard to see clearly any way. Eventually we come to realize that we cannot find our way out from the darkness. All that remains is that we wait. We wait for the night to scatter with the rising of the morning sun. That is hard work—waiting. It is realizing there is nothing more that we can do.

Occasionally everyone comes to a place in life when continuing forward seems futile and, overwhelmed by the darkness, considers quitting and surrendering to the night. Events and situations appear to be without hope. The road of despair seems to have no clear destination in sight. But notice what is the same between the lost child in a department store and the psalmist here—both appear to have a small, inextinguishable flame of hope.  They both keep going. Giving up and giving in to the darkness is not an option. Perhaps they each experience what seems to be overwhelming forces, or circumstance, that demand surrender. Yet, each one continues to put on foot in front of the other. The psalmist waits for God as the night watch waits for the morning. The lost child turns one corner and then another, calling out to his mother. They both realize that if they keep going, keep hoping, what seems like the end will, eventually, be nothing more than a unpleasant stretch along the longer journey of life.

I never learned the thoughts of the child looking for his mother. There was no way of knowing how he was processing this unfortunate separation. I suppose that his continued seeking, his continued calling to his mother, is enough. But the psalmist does give us more. A final word of the psalm is an expression of absolute trust in the Lord, “Israel, wait for the Lord! Because faithful love is with the Lord; because great redemption is with our God!” (verse 7) The cry that began the psalmist prayer is transformed into hope, a confidence that the very nature of God is one that is trustworthy. Faithful love is love that keeps on loving, no matter what. When we are exhausted from the heavy weight of difficulty, crushed from the disappointment of life, and discouraged that we can see no destination, what this psalm teaches is that waiting is the most hopeful thing we can do. Waiting is hard work. But that is why the church has been given this psalm—to encourage us to remain on the job of waiting. For only God brings the morning. And in the light of morning, we find our way back home to God.

Joy,

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Gratitude for Home

“My Father’s house has room to spare. If that weren’t the case, would I have told you that I’m going to prepare a place for you? When I go to prepare a place for you, I will return and take you to be with me so that where I am you will be too.”

John 14: 2, 3 (Common English Bible)

Immediately following the closing ceremony for Vacation Bible School, one child squealed with considerable delight: “I’m going to stay in this church forever!” Why was this? Was she taking delight in the beautiful architecture of the sanctuary? Perhaps the abundant natural light pouring through all the stained-glass windows. Often, I hear from those well-traveled that our windows are equal to anything they have seen in European churches. Or it may be the striking beauty of the bright red carpet as it contrasts to the bright white interior and the spaciousness of the church furniture. Another possibility, of course, may the majesty of the pipe-organ, gold pipes of every size glistening under bright spotlights. In my thirty-seven years of ministry, First Presbyterian Church of Delray Beach remains among the most beautiful churches I have seen. It may be, simply, that this eight-year-old girl was responding to the overall beauty of the church: “I’m going to stay in this church forever!”

Naturally, each of these features strikes a positive impression and every adult who worships see the intentional planning from the initial design to the first service—every adult, not eight-year-old children. Which returns us to the original question, what was that little girl’s exclamation all about, “I’m going to stay in this church forever!” Five days of Vacation Bible School had just concluded. Each of those days were filled with imaginative teaching of the story of Jesus in his hometown of Nazareth. Sprinkled throughout the teaching was engaging singing, craft-making, snacks, and experiencing the delight and love of the other children and adult teachers. Not one feature of the sanctuary, with its remarkable beauty, touched the thirty-one children that week. The experience of an extended family of love, and embrace, and encouragement is what positively impacted the children. It was the silliness, and laughter, and singing together, woven together into a beautiful tapestry, that created a longing to remain there forever. Together, they had created a home away from home.

There is no place like home—a sentiment that resonates with every heart that has lived in one place for a meaningful period. Families grew by the birth of children, and possibly, declined with the death of a loved one. Homework was completed, music lessons endured, and birthdays and anniversaries celebrated. Dinner tables welcomed special guests, particularly during the holidays, and the seasons of the year were marked by decorations and family traditions that go way, way back. Home was more than a place where you happened to be living for a time. Home became a special place, distinguishable from other places, from the rich stories that were woven into the fabric of a special and unique family. Except home, that unique story that is so sweet, that is unlike any other place, is not the actual residence. Any other family could have lived in the same place and created an entirely different story, a different home. Like a church sanctuary, a residence is simply where stories of love, laughter, and meaning are woven together into a home.

Homes are never sold. Homes are never damaged by weather. Homes are never foreclosed by a lending institution. Each of those scenarios belong to physical dwellings, a residence. Homes move from one residence to another. Homes grow by births and contract by deaths. Homes are always in a continued state of birth and rebirth. Stories are crafted, relationships are deepened, scars occasionally appear from misunderstandings, poorly spoken words, and simple human frailty, and made whole again by extravagant forgiveness. Home is a feeling of belonging. Occasionally, a residence will change due to a change in employment, a retirement, or changes in health. A home remains a home from one residence to another. Changes in residences provide an opportunity to expand the tapestry of home—new stories, new experiences, new opportunities such as that experienced by an eight-year-old girl during Vacation Bible School. Leaving a residence is difficult when the dwelling is confused with home. Only one response is healthy as a residence is left—gratitude, gratitude for the home that was built there. The home that now moves to another place.

Joy,

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The Common Life Lived Uncommonly

To one he gave five valuable coins, and to another he gave two, and to another he gave one.”

Matthew 25:15 (Common English Bible)

It is natural to strive for greatness, for recognition, and for making a large contribution. Each one of us is endowed with some talent, some gift, and ability and the business of life is to discover what it is. Once discovered, that talent is developed and polished much like a rough, natural diamond that is placed in the hands of a jeweler. No one really wants to be common. Every normal young person has dreams and aspirations and strives to get on with life, climb the success ladder and, pass others in their walk of life.

This is admirable, of course, if the motivation is wholesome and the desire is directed toward worthy ends. But our Lord’s parable of the valuable coins is a reminder that there is a limit on each one of us. Some may be endowed with greater ability but everyone has some limit on their capacity for achievement. Five-star generals do not win battles by themselves. Without apology, Jesus teaches that talent and ability are unevenly distributed. Some people will be exceptionally talented and have the potential for greater accomplishment than others. Some are uncommonly gifted and many of us are simply common.

The question then becomes, will we do our best with what we have? Will we focus our efforts on maximum contribution, to the welfare of others, or will we begin to whine and recline because we cannot shine? Unreasonable expectations and demands upon ourselves result in chronic unhappiness and diminish not only our lives but also the lives of those who love us. There are far more ordinary doctors, lawyers, and persons in the service sector and administrative roles than exceptional ones. Yet, each has the capacity to make an important contribution each day to their families, friends, and community.  

The simple and practical course to follow is to make a realistic appraisal of our capacity and gifts. This may mean for many the discarding of delusions of grandeur, acknowledging and accepting that in the Lord’s distribution of gifts we may have received only one or two talents and that God’s expectation of us is the same as those who received five talents. The acid test of character is whether we have discovered what talent we have and then, having discovered it, placed it to maximum use. That is when the common life is lived uncommonly.

Joy,