Day 13. Not that I'm superstitious. I'm more into super-natural than stitious—Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, raised from the dead, ascended into heaven—and all that. But when I’m doing my Holy Lent praying for the church, peace in the world, healing and mercy for people who need it and nothing supernatural or anything else that I can see seems to happen—in other words, when it seems as if, in the words of this morning’s Psalm:
my prayer returned empty to my bosom (Ps 35.14)
Sometimes I get the feeling
My prayers bounce right off the ceiling
And they spin around the room with me
And they never get to you. (Mark Robertson)
And though my head is reeling I will still go on believing
They'll fly like holy missiles and tear a hole right through the roof.
Let us strive to know the Lord; • his appearing is as sure as the sunrise. He will come to us like the showers, • like the spring rains that water the earth.
( A Song of Humility, Hosea 6.1-6, from CofE Morning Prayer)