At about 1 AM the pager for the on-call hospital chaplain pierced the silence. I was the on-call hospital chaplain that night – or at least, I was the next best thing: the chaplain intern whose turn it was to carry the pager. The nurse picked up my call quickly and asked, “Are you in the hospital now? We have a stroke patient who is dying.” I explained that on-call chaplains drive in from home, but that I thought I could be there in twenty minutes.
As I sped through the darkness on the way to the hospital, I reviewed the evening so far. I had gone to bed at 10, having already driven back to the hospital once that evening to sit with a patient whom my supervisor had asked me to visit. This patient was also dying – but not imminently, and his end of life experience was bringing out some of the worst in him, especially in the evenings. All of his feelings – anger, resentment, fear – manifested as needs and demands and ultimatums to everyone who came near him. I knew he had been a regular churchgoer, so faith was also there somewhere. Beneath all the bluster, it seemed that he was bargaining for something he desperately needed, whimpering one moment then growling the next. I prayed God would help him find it. After two hours, I helped the nurses bring him all the spare pillows on the unit, then went home.
When I arrived at the hospital the second time, the new patient lay motionless in the bed: an elderly African-American man. The nurse explained that he had died just moments ago. His wife sat calmly beside him, and an elderly white couple sat against the wall, neighbors who had driven the couple to the hospital. I turned my attention toward the wife of the patient, said I was aware that she was a person of faith, and that I was there to be helpful in any way I could. She thanked me, and asked me to pray. I do not remember anything of what I said, but I invited her to add her own prayer. For the next fifteen minutes, she offered up one prayer after another, dense with quotations from scripture, in a voice that was direct, dignified, and as unselfconscious as it was authoritative: prayers for her neighbors, for me, for the doctors, for her departed husband, for their family. It was the prayer of a person who was used to talking to God without holding anything back. When she finished, I thought: If I were God, I’d sit up straight, pay attention, and get to work.
In today’s gospel passage from Luke, Jesus tells the parable of two friends in the middle of the night, to enjoin upon his disciples a particular quality in their prayer.
‘Suppose one of you has a friend, and you go to him at midnight and say to him, “Friend, lend me three loaves of bread; for a friend of mine has arrived, and I have nothing to set before him.” And he answers from within, “Do not bother me; the door has already been locked, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot get up and give you anything.” I tell you, even though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, at least because of his ________ he will get up and give him whatever he needs.’
Our English translation uses the word “persistence,” but a more literal translation would be “shamelessness.”
The fear of social embarrassment or ridicule was a major incentive to moral behavior for the cultured Gentile audience that Luke often writes for. Jesus here slyly commends the opposite in our relationship with God. Instead of carefully sifting and choosing your words, Jesus seems to say: Go ahead and say anything, at any time, and in any place. Ask for everything that you need, however unreasonable or ridiculous. This “shamelessness” is a lack of restraint; even a lack of that internal filter we have learned to develop in polite, adult conversation.
In my experience, there are situations when we are brought to our limits or our defenses are down when most of us are able to simply say exactly what’s in our minds or on our hearts. When we are brought close to death, or at the death of a loved one – as with those two hospital patients. When we are awakened in the middle of the night – before waking consciousness asserts its boundaries.
But there are also relationships that help us practice this totally unselfconscious quality.
Imagine the person that knows you most intimately – and the ways you are able to communicate. In developing an intimately personal relationship with God in prayer, we begin with the kind of intimacy we have known (or have glimpsed, and want to know better).
That is how Jesus teaches – he dives right into the middle of everyday life. Prayer, as Jesus teaches prayer, begins with human reality. In his parables, this is often a springboard for teaching about divine realities. “If you then, who are evil (relatively evil – in relation to the limitless goodness of God) know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”
For Jesus, God was most like a very attentive and loving parent. This is not the only human relationship Jesus uses as a springboard to illustrate divine realities, but it does seem to be the one he appropriated most personally. What that means for Jesus’ self-identity is that he is a child. Yes, is the Son, the Heir of all the belongs to the Father, which is very grand and awesome. But at heart, Jesus of Nazareth is the little boy with the totally unselfconscious lack of filter or embarrassment who just names aloud every little thing he needs or wants. This cycle of asking and receiving transforms both the child and the parent by creating a deep bond of trust for the child, and for the parent, the witnessing of an unfolding miracle: a baby slowly becoming the person they were created to be.
As disciples of Jesus, when we pray we are standing in the place of Jesus before God. As his Body, our prayers come forth through his mouth. God wants and anticipates that those prayers, over time, will sound and feel more and more like the prayers of his own only-begotten child. Through them, we become more like the person God created us to be.
Maybe some of the following thoughts will sound familiar to you:
What if I ask, and my request is denied – or even worse, met with a deafening silence? What if I search and I come up empty-handed, exhausted and looking like an idiot for investing myself in such a lost cause? What if I knock until my knuckles bleed and the door doesn’t budge? Then where will I be?
These are supremely reasonable responses if we take our vulnerable human experiences of denied requests, fruitless searches, and closed doors and project them onto our life with God – particularly our life of prayer. These “what ifs” might even cause us to forsake prayer. Or we might prefer always to pray for the needs of others. Or we might prefer to rest in a form of pseudo-contemplation that says, “Whatever you want, God” rather than actively stay put in the excruciatingly particular vulnerability of our needs.
In the opposite direction, we might discover that we are asking, searching, and knocking for what we perceive to be our needs with an insistent and frenzied energy. On the surface, this might look like exactly what Jesus is commending to us in today’s gospel reading. But our petitions might just be so closely shingled that they block out the sunlight of self-awareness, or as reactive as the appetites of children. The spaces, silences, or even pauses that God might use to breathe in us, to disclose to us our deeper needs, will be filled up with our persistent requests. We may even lose precious opportunities to examine what God has given, has revealed or has opened while we have been so busy asking.
God always responds to prayer. But sometimes the response is to gently lead us into a thick patch of ambiguity and uncertainty rather than a breezy clearing of clarity and certainty. In one of the chapters from our Rule commenting on our vow of poverty, we read, “By our vow of poverty we recognize that in our own spiritual lives there will be seasons of shadow, experiences of dryness, waiting, obscurity, or the seeming absence of God. In the light of the gospel we know these are necessary, and that some of them yield more blessings than times when we are filled with devotion and confidence.” And in a chapter entitled “The Mystery of Prayer,” we read: “Our love must be purified and tested by many times of darkness, loss, and waiting.” Like a wise parent, God gives us the Holy Spirit – who often arrives in forms we did not ask for, not only to satisfy or console, but to lead us into all truth.
Jesus – You shed all shame before your Father to take away the burden of our shame.
Jesus – We stand in your place now and pray with your voice.
Jesus – Teach us to pray by starting with reality as it is, letting our need to dress it up or get it right fall by the wayside that, like you, we may never cease to be children and receive your Holy Spirit.