A personal God

Maybe it was all the Jewish holidays this last month or the struggles I have been having surviving day to day sometimes, but it occurred to me what a very personal God we have. I suppose many Christians believe in a God who is close to them, but not all do. My mother, while during Catholic school was never taught to pray personally. My father, raised without much religion most of his life, when he was studying to be a rabbi, would go up into the mountains to pray in true Biblical fashion. But we are taught to pray over everything. We pray over our 'flocks and fields' or anything that is important to us in our lives. We pray before sports events and theatrical performances. Coming from a place where prayer is considered to be something that you do in church or in a way that doesn't call attention to itself, this is still shocking. This praying over everything is still shocking to me even though I've been here three months.

The praying before plays was the first thing that really shocked me. My experience of theatres has shown me an environment very dissimilar to any religious environment. The theatre and church have always been very separate communities I belonged to. So praying in a theatre was about as shocked as I have been in many years. I have felt the Spirit while involved with theatrical productions, but I am usually alone in these feelings. The prayer before plays may seem normal to some, but to me it seems like a fissure in reality. So I always knew God cared about these very small things that I did, but seeing other people acknowledge these small things that God blesses us with was nice and interesting. It's just like the way God blesses us with personal prayer. I wonder how many times my dad would climb those mountains in California to pray? Was it everyday, or was praying only for particular guidance in a large and weighty matter? And I wonder if my mother said her own prayers to God as she chanted the set prayers.

Prayer is something very small, mundane almost. Except it is communicating with God. This was all inspired by rereading the account of Jesus taking on our sins in the Garden of Gethsemane. He called to his Father, and our Father. In the times of greatest distress he called out to his Father, as we all have called out to Him in our times of distress. And even times when we just needed to be clear on some things or talk about some things. He is actually listening to all the small things we say to him and watching all the small things we do everyday. He knows us and not a hair on our heads will be lost (or pulled out) except he knows it.