went surprisingly well…Torrential rain, and the last gasps of half term had made me fear the worst, but though numbers were down on last month, they were still the right side of 40, with 18 assorted children and their parents. Even better, 3 families had phoned to apologise for their non appearance, which suggests that we already have some notional "regulars"- always encouraging.
We talked about teaspoon prayers (t-hankyou, s -orry, p -lease) wrote our thank you's and pleases on coloured labels to hang on a prayer tree (will try to get camera to church this week, as the tree, a twisted willow, looks really excellent, and I want to purr in public) and our sorries on sad faces to be posted in a shredder….And somewhere along the way, there were a couple of moments of really rather wonderful, holy concentration.
Then there was mayhem again, but that’s fine and exactly what I expected.
This evening, I was writing down all the prayers from the tree, as I’d promised we’d pray them during the Office this week…and there was one which made me cry.
You may remember my mentioning D a while ago, when he taught me a lot about God’s grace-ful generosity during his own baptism service…His mum is in a wheelchair, due to MS, and on the tree I found a prayer "Please make mummy walk". D is too young to have written this….which means that R herself is the likely author . And I don’t know what to do with it.
Yes, I believe that God can heal….but do I believe that God will really intervene like that? and if I don’t, how do I pray? I spoke yesterday about the times when God’s answer doesn’t match our requests, about the times when we ask for things that are not in our long-term best interests, about the fact that it is OK to be angry with God if he disappoints our hopes….
Fine words, but despite all that, I’m left with the reality of a young mum who wants to walk and who can’t.
I don't know what to pray for, but would be glad if you would join me.
Sometimes this calling is slightly overwhelming.