I woke up the next morning and changed my mind about not going to weekday mass. I felt something different as I was driving to the Church, but didn't know what it was. It came to me while the Mass was progressing, I was not sneezing anymore, no running nose or watery eyes. I remembered as I stood there in awe, "it is not the will of your heavenly Father that one of these little ones be lost" (Matt 18:14). Somewhere hidden in my frustrations was an inexpressible groaning; a genuine expression of helplessness, an awareness of my incapabilities and a silent cry for help, a prayer. According to St. Paul, "inexpressible groanings" (Romans 8:26) can constitute for prayers. I was healed of my allergies through a prayer not written anywhere, it was done through a casual conversation, one between the Creator and his fallen creation.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Prayer
Everybody prays, even those who consider themselves atheists pray. This is because, in its simplest form, a prayer is a conversation, a talk between a superior and a subordinate. The talk could be about a variety of things, anywhere from a concern to a request, it could be to express gratitude or to vent frustration.
I was bothered with seasonal allergies for over 15 years, I was allergic to all seasons unlike the spring season for many others. It was normal for me to wake up every morning sneezing and it lasted usually a couple of hours, sometimes all day. Medicines didn't help much, so over the years I learned to cope with it. It became a problem when I began to attend the Mass every morning. Unlike Sundays, the crowd is very light on weekdays and it was impossible for me to sneeze and snort without bringing attention to myself. One day I was really frustrated with it as I exited the Church after Mass, I felt as if I was distracting everybody during the service. As I stood outside the Church sneezing, I couldn't control my anger; looking nowhere in particular I said in my mind "you know what, things are bad enough as it is and I don't need any more frustrations as I have enough. There is enough people here every morning, one less and nobody would notice. I am done coming to mass on weekdays".
I woke up the next morning and changed my mind about not going to weekday mass. I felt something different as I was driving to the Church, but didn't know what it was. It came to me while the Mass was progressing, I was not sneezing anymore, no running nose or watery eyes. I remembered as I stood there in awe, "it is not the will of your heavenly Father that one of these little ones be lost" (Matt 18:14). Somewhere hidden in my frustrations was an inexpressible groaning; a genuine expression of helplessness, an awareness of my incapabilities and a silent cry for help, a prayer. According to St. Paul, "inexpressible groanings" (Romans 8:26) can constitute for prayers. I was healed of my allergies through a prayer not written anywhere, it was done through a casual conversation, one between the Creator and his fallen creation.
I woke up the next morning and changed my mind about not going to weekday mass. I felt something different as I was driving to the Church, but didn't know what it was. It came to me while the Mass was progressing, I was not sneezing anymore, no running nose or watery eyes. I remembered as I stood there in awe, "it is not the will of your heavenly Father that one of these little ones be lost" (Matt 18:14). Somewhere hidden in my frustrations was an inexpressible groaning; a genuine expression of helplessness, an awareness of my incapabilities and a silent cry for help, a prayer. According to St. Paul, "inexpressible groanings" (Romans 8:26) can constitute for prayers. I was healed of my allergies through a prayer not written anywhere, it was done through a casual conversation, one between the Creator and his fallen creation.
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