Pause to pray with the team at noon eastern (6PM in Bosnia).
How Shall I Pray
by Ted Loder
How shall I pray? Are tears prayers, Lord? Are screams prayers, or groans or sighs or curses? Can trembling hands be lifted to you, or clenched fists or the cold sweat that trickles down my back or the cramps that knot my stomach? Will you accept my prayers, Lord, My real prayers, rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life, And not just my pretty, cut-flower, gracefully arranged bouquet of words? Will you accept me, Lord, as I really am, messed up mixture of glory and grime? Lord, help me! Help me trust that you do accept me as That I may be done with self-condemnation And self-pity and accept myself. Help me to accept you as you are, Lord: mysterious hidden, strange, unknowable; And yet to trust that your madness is wiser than my timid, self-seeking sanities, And that nothing you’ve ever done has really been possible, So that I may dare to be a little mad, too