Read: Matthew 6:5-13

Pray then like this. (v. 9)

“Prayer” isn’t just the title of this reflection, or of this series of reflections. It’s also the title and the first word of a poem by George Herbert, who for the last three years of his short life at the turn of the 17th century pastored a congregation in a village just outside the city of Salisbury in southern England. Its 14 lines set before us a variety of ways in which we can ponder this all-important subject.

Young Christians are regularly encouraged to grasp the fact that prayer is not just a matter of asking for things. ACTS (adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication) was a useful acronym proposed in my young days to give me a more rounded idea of what I was supposed to be doing when I prayed. Herbert would agree, but would encourage us to be a good deal more specific, more anchored in personal experience and practical daily life, than that. What is more, you can tell he is not handing down other people’s ideas, but telling us something of his own delighted discoveries in the matter.

As with the Lord’s Prayer, you could recite Herbert’s sonnet in thirty seconds flat. But (again like the Lord’s Prayer) every facet of this many-sided jewel has its own special luster. Each phrase may call to mind other parts of Scripture and the reflections of other poets and hymn writers. All of them will repay our attention and should stimulate us to frequent, regular, practical, Bible-based praying.

 

The prayer is printed below in its entirety.

Prayer (I)

BY GEORGE HERBERT

Prayer the Church’s banquet, Angels’ age,

God’s breath in man returning to his birth,

The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,

The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;

Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tower,

Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,

The six-days-world transposing in an hour,

A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;

Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,

Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,

Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,

The milky way, the bird of Paradise,

Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood.

The land of spices; something understood.

Prayer: Lord, teach us to pray.

Author: Michael Wilcock

 

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