I think my earliest memory of prayer is a distant memory I have of skipping along the sidewalk chanting a familiar refrain: “Don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back.” Most of us can remember a moment from our childhood when a superstition was instilled in us that caused us to perform some ritual in order to placate the unseen power that could determine our fate. Continue reading →Īs I continue to work on this Sunday’s sermon, (see earlier posts here … here…and here), Jesus’ teaching on prayer in the gospel reading Luke 11:1-13 leaves me wondering what an enlightened 21st humanoid is supposed to do with Jesus 1st century ideas? Whether it was avoiding cracks, or walking under ladders or black cats, we were trained from an early age to believe that there were powers out there that could determine our future. I began this sermon by asking the congregation to sing from memory the old hymn: I Come to the Garden Along. Below is a portion of a sermon I preached a couple of years ago on the subject of prayer. I keep telling it to, “Shush!” so that I might hear the “bath qol” but the daughter of a sound eludes me. For some reason the old hymn “I Come to the Garden Alone” keeps playing in my mind.
Each time I have been asked to teach someone to pray I have cringed inside because I do not feel up to the task. As a pastor I have been asked to teach people to pray. In this coming Sunday’s gospel reading Luke 11:1-13, Jesus’ disciples ask him to teach them to pray. Some people think the cloud is located in a 225-acre facility that Apple built in North Carolina. I asked the personal assistant on my iPhone, her name is Siri and she told me she was sorry but she couldn’t tell me because Steve told her not to tell anyone. My music is stored in “the cloud” and when I want to hear I song I make sweeping motions on my iphone screen and presto, I can make music fill the room. These days I don’t use records, tapes or CDs to listen to music. It doesn’t matter how many times people try to explain it to me, I still think it’s a miracle that such beautiful sounds can come out of machines. I can remember these things, but I have no idea how they made music. I still remember my father’s first reel-to-reel tape recorder, and then there were the eight-tracks, followed by cassettes, followed by CD’s. I never did understand how those old record players managed to pick up sound from the grooves in the vinyl to produce music. Later when I was a teenager, my parents got a fancy state of the art Phillips stereo cabinet and suddenly sound seemed to be coming from booth ends of the room. The sound quality wasn’t all that great, but somehow we didn’t seem to care.
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Jesus’ teaching on prayer in the gospel reading Luke 11:1-13 leaves me wondering what an enlightened 21st humanoid is supposed to do with Jesus 1st century ideas?Ĭast you minds back to another time and place and tell what the numbers 33, 45, and 78 have in common? Vinyl Records anyone? When I was a kid music came from a portable RCA record player.
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