When I hook up my iPhone or my iPod with my laptop all that is new is caught up.
I make deposits in the Spirit as I listen to Jesus’ voice each day throughout. For me, I don’t do the “Quiet Time” thing. I really dislike the notion that someone else is going to “help” me (or anyone else) get in touch with God’s Spirit by praying in a certain way. I could write extensively about the beauty of each of us finding the unique language / way / invitation Jesus has made to us for picking up on his Spirit’s presence on a continual basis.
The Quiet Time hooha is a program that is good perhaps for those who need a left-brained approach to speaking words of love to Jesus, but if one ponders the entire notion of learning to speak words of love and tenderness to our beloved – how odd it is that such can be taught!
If ever there is an appropriate time to grab onto the message of “be yourself” it is in the realm of prayer. Some certainly argue, “Different strokes for different folks” in regard to much of the Christian life. I too used to buy into that and defend the thinking of those who need a jump start of language / rehearsed prayer. I am slowly growing away from a patient perspective for those who cry out for their love for “learned prayers.”
Will write much more on that down the road not long from now.
Suffice it to say this: A lover who is unspeakably, irrationally in love with her / his beloved (is there any other kind of love?) is as far from something scripted as it gets.
There are not great love stories in history that are begun and maintained by one lover reading re-cycled Hallmark cards found at Half-Price Books. Never has, never will happen – that is not how real love happens. Real love is marked by at least some strong measure of spontaneity