Reader Writes June 2023
The old King was often afflicted with early awakenings; his legs would twitch and his
shoulder feel cramped while his wife breathed deeply and rhythmically in a distant
universe. But there were compensations when the nights were short. The black redstart
was always the first to start its sweet cascading song from the top of a roof at the hint of
dawn; but he was lucky if he ever saw it as it hid behind a chimney or spied out over the
ridge of the palace roof. Meanwhile, nightingales were still singing in the forest below.
So he was up early brewing strong Turkish coffee for himself ready to sit in the first rays of
the rising sun. Maybe he would go down and find Father Thaddeus in his apothecary and
present one of those conundrums that go round and round in his head with the redstart’s
whistling song. What do we expect when we pray? The Reformers in Geneva had made
us all understand that God doesn’t love us for our merits; no, he cares for us because he
loves us despite ourselves. So prayer is not a reward for our efforts, but more to do with
……how we relate to him perhaps.
Indeed, Father Thaddeus was to be found in his herbarium bundling up leaves and flowers
to dry; he was far too old and wise not to recognize the King’s question as one he had
almost certainly had himself. Prayer was certainly not a catalogue of needs presented in
intercession with “the gods”, but far more the expression of a relationship with our
sovereign Heavenly Father to whom we belong and with whom we shall spend eternity.
Father Thaddeus found his worn old bible amongst the books and bottles and turned to
Joshua Ch1, apparently a favourite of his. God’s instruction to Joshua, on the eve of the
conquest of Canaan, was to be “strong and courageous”, repeated 3 times.
One supposes that God could answer prayer with magic and turn every sickness, for
example, back to instant good health. Of course he could. But it is very clear in Joshua
that he is telling them they must use their God-given gifts and strengths and experience; at
the same time it takes courage to carry on trusting him. The Israelites succeeded when
they obeyed God; in other words when they trusted him. So the King and Father
Thaddeus, in between drinking more coffee and discussing birds, agreed that prayer was
about our walk with God, how we relate to him. That usually means work, obedience, our
gifts, trusting God whether its keeping the wild boar out of the oats or the Turks out of their
Kingdom.
The old King trudged up the many steps to his palace. Courage, strength, trust, thanks,
yes courage, trust, thanks he muttered as he went. No redstarts or nightingales now, but
the swifts were screaming around the walls, black scimitar wings against the endless
summer sky. No need for lists, he thought; thank goodness for that. He could pray as he
walked, or indeed twitched in bed in the early morning. It was all about trusting God, and
obeying him. Our faith is not a religion, he thought, but it’s a relationship. And that means
obedience and trust as we walk with him. And courage; thank you Lord for courage.
Robert MacCurrach