I had a difficult conversation with a friend yesterday about an awful circumstance.
We talked about talking to and listening to God. Talking is easy. It’s the listening… the true, honest listening… that’s the hard part.
Isn’t it easy to belt out our needs or requests for the latest favors? We get so wrapped up in our daily crises, it gets difficult to think of anything – or anyone – else. Sometimes we don’t ask. We get so wrapped up in what we’ve done wrong, all we can do is say “I’m sorry, God. Please forgive me.”
And we are so busy talking to God we don’t shut up long enough to listen for the answer.
So whaddaya do?
I have a suggestion.
I’ve mentioned repetitive prayer before. It is the ultimate cure for insomnia. Bar none! No drugs required. One of the benefits of being Catholic. Try the Rosary. Try the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. They work! 100% guaranteed!
Don’t believe me? Okay, let’s say it doesn’t work. What’s the worst that just happened? You spent your time praying!
But it will work. Try it!
So why do I mention repetitive prayer in this context?
Because we can get lost in the familiar. As we recite the familiar prayers, our minds can wander. Sometimes in the wrong direction. But sometimes in an unexpected direction.
And when our attention is focused on the Father… or Jesus… or the Spirit… or the Creed… or Mary, we focus on them, we contemplate their being (or lives), we ruminate on the words of the prayer. Our understanding blossoms. God permits us a glance into the infinite.
If we are open and receptive to it.