Currently,
on my blog, I am answering a backlog of questions. Today’s question revolves
around a statement I put on Twitter some time ago: “Grateful to my Dad this
morning, who taught me how to pray for longer periods of time. What a balm it
has been through these years. If you do not, it is one of the most worthwhile
things you can learn. What, could ye not watch with me one hour? (Matthew
26.40)” To which statement I received the query, “Well, what did he teach
you? I want to learn!”
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| A pic I snapped while praying with my Dad before a church service in Chicago. |
I
surrendered to preach at fourteen. Immediately, I began to take my walk with
God seriously. But although I knew I should read my Bible and pray, I had done
very little praying up to that point. I prayed for meals and in Bible class,
things like that, but I did not know what it was like to labour in prayer, let
alone to do so for lengthy periods of time. As I began to fumble my way toward
that, I stopped my Dad one day and at random asked him, “Dad, do you ever pray
for an hour at a time?” He affirmed he did. When I asked him how, he told me to
give him a few days. Some time later, we sat down, and he handed me a piece of
paper with a few simple handwritten thoughts. I think I still have that piece
of paper in my files somewhere. Regardless, I remember what he said. Further, I
put it into practice almost immediately and have used it in one form or another
hundreds of times since.
Basically,
he told me to do three things. Confession. Praise. Prayer.
First, if we want to be in
the Lord’s presence, we must make sure we have made right what had been wrong
between us. The Holy Spirit is always at His quiet work in our hearts,
convicting us both of what we need to stop and of what we should begin. As I write
this sentence, I am conscious of some areas of my own life where this is the
case. If I am telling God, “No,” in either of these areas, I cannot reasonably
expect Him to welcome me into His presence or listen to me when I talk to Him. If
I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me. (Psalm 66.18) Nor
can you. Thus it is, we need to take the time to ensure the accounts are clear
as we enter into prayer.
In
my case, I have found it helpful through these years to write these things
down. When I began praying at length as a young man, it was in a room with a
whiteboard. I would begin not with words, but in silence, by listing the things
I knew I needed to confess to Him. Nor would I rush through this. While it is
not good to linger in sin, it is good to take the time necessary to realize how
badly we have wronged Him.
This
part of confession should be painful. Do not race through it. Only then, after
the silence had stretched long between the Lord and me, would I begin to speak.
I would say those awful things out loud, one by one, to Him. I would not
justify or excuse them. Context may make sin understandable, but it cannot make
sin better. I would admit I was wrong, tell Him I was sorry, and ask Him to
teach me to view sin as He did. At the end of this period, usually about ten
minutes or so, I would slowly lift the eraser to the whiteboard, and with tears
pouring down my cheeks, I would erase those ugly terms. The board would be
white again, and so would my heart.
It
was in this suitable frame of mind that I would turn my mind toward the second
of my father’s instructions: praise. Dad told me praise involved two sides or
aspects. The first involved thanking God for what He had done for me. The
second was more direct. I was to praise the Lord for who He was, for His
attributes. I found biblical support for this in Psalm 150.2. In a
lengthy stretch of psalms calling on us to praise the Lord, we find this
admonition: Praise him for his mighty acts: Praise him according to his
excellent greatness.
Over time, I developed two
primary praise lists as a teenager. The first was a list of things or people
for which I was grateful. For example…
…salvation,
Heaven, the Holy Spirit, my Bible, my call to the ministry, friends, godly
influences like my Sunday School and Christian school teachers, the sorrows
that drove me to prayer, parents, siblings, food, clothing, shelter, church,
America, health, answers to specific prayers, books, provision, protection,
education, a good mind, hope, opportunities to preach, the beauty of creation,
etc.
The
second was a list of God’s attributes that I saw displayed in the Word of God
and demonstrated in my life. For example…
…power,
wisdom, strength, holiness, knowledge, understanding, justice, grace,
creativity, thoughtfulness, kindness, care, mercy, love, faithfulness, etc.
Taking
each one of those mental lists one at a time, I would write them down on the
whiteboard. I would then walk around the room, thanking the Lord for each
particular thing/person/attribute in detail as I thought about how they had
impacted my life. After I had thanked God for His mighty acts in my life, I
praised Him according to His excellent greatness.
At
this point, my heart was well and truly warmed toward Him. I had cleared my
soul of any accumulated refuse and spent time detailing His goodness in my
life. In such a spirit, last, I turned to my requests. In such a frame of mind,
I would not pray selfishly. I would not whine or complain. I would not bargain
with God. I would not come to Him seeking the advancement of my kingdom. God,
His aims in me, and His work through me would be uppermost in my mind. And the
words of supplication which flowed from my tongue reflected that.
As
the years of my life have become decades, my prayer requests have shifted. But
the petitions I took to the Lord back in those days were sincere. I asked for
help in difficult relationships, wisdom in responding to people and events
around me, power and blessing on my preaching and my bus route, protection from
temptation, for God to turn the hearts of those I loved who were doing wrong,
for unsaved people to come to Christ, for missionaries and preachers I knew,
for my father’s ministry and my mother’s sorrows, for my fellow students, and
such like.
Sometimes I would list things
on the whiteboard and pray through them. Other times, I would simply walk, and
the jumbled fears and hopes of my heart would tumble out before Him. To this
day, I still prefer to walk when I pray.
How
long did each of these sections take to do? It varied, of course, with where I
was spiritually and what was pressing in upon me on specific days and seasons
of my life. Essentially, though, it worked out to be something in the
neighborhood of this: 1) Confession, 10 minutes; 2) praise, each half about 10
or 15 minutes, and 3) prayer, about 20 minutes. Beloved, it is amazing how
quickly an hour passes in such a delightful occupation.
There
are, of course, many other approaches to prayer. As the years have turned to
decades, my prayer and praise lists have multiplied. But the bones of what my
Dad furnished me forty years ago became the skeleton of my prayer life ever
since – confession, praise, and prayer.
If
you have not yet prayed for an hour, let alone done so consistently, may I
gently ask you to stop right here for a moment? Get down on the knees of your
heart and ask the Lord to grow you deeper in prayer. Then set aside a time this
week to begin. Then do it again next week and the week after that. Start at the
beginning. You will find Him the most welcoming of hosts as you come to His
throne.
I
promise you this, if you will draw nigh to Him, He will draw nigh to you. He is
there all the time. His heart is open toward you.
What,
could ye not watch with Me one hour?
You
can.

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