Read: 1 Kings 17:8-16

Pray without ceasing. (1 Thess. 5:17)

Some of the words in this poem no longer mean quite what they meant when Herbert wrote it. A modern dictionary definition of “banquet” is “a lavish meal with speeches”! Herbert was a Church of England clergyman, and he would have regarded as very special occasions the Sunday services at which he loved to gather the flock that he pastored, to lead them in times of prayer and praise and the hearing of God’s Word, and (of course) of sharing the bread and wine at the Lord’s Table—a feast of good things.

But that is probably not what he had in mind. In those days the term “banquet” was actually used for a lighter meal, something to keep you going between the big special events. Herbert expected his people to come together on Sundays (lots of prayer there: he would lead worship using the Book of Common Prayer, with services that were actually called Morning and Evening Prayer). But it was prayer between times, prayer at all times, prayer at work and at home and on the journey, that I think he had in mind here; the church praying when it was not “at church.” Of course we should look for, and should prayerfully ask for, special blessings when we converge on the place where our fellowship gathers on the weekend. But I find increasingly as the years go by that the weekday “snacks” and the packed “lunches” of prayer are also quite remarkably sustaining.

 

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:

Thank you for today’s “bread,” Lord. Quality stuff, and never fails.

Author: Michael Wilcock

 

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