Back in the day, (to be perfectly honest, WAAAAY back in the day), the group Lovin’ Spoonful sang a song that asked the musical question, “Do you believe in magic?”
If John Sebastian and his bandmates asked me that today, I would have to say, “NO. Frankly, I don’t.”
That is because my rational, scientific brain tells me that quarters don’t somehow mysteriously appear in my ear, rabbits – not previously residing inside a top hat – don’t suddenly materialize there. I also know there is an entirely plausible explanation for why the man in the black cape astonishingly knows which card I secretly selected.
No. While I do enjoy watching it, I don’t believe in magic.
I do, however, believe in the power of prayer.
Hearing me speak that last sentence out loud might prompt a skeptic to stand up and proclaim, “Balderdash! That’s a contradiction!” They would then go on to explain that there is no rational, scientific connection between my inaudible pleadings to an invisible, supernatural power and some hoped-for outcome. Furthermore, they would go on to stridently declare that any IMAGINED connection between the two is pure illusion.
They would then likely conclude by patting me on the head condescendingly and saying, “But if it makes you feel better to do that kind of thing, go right ahead, sport. I suppose it doesn’t hurt anyone.”
To which I would reply, “Not so fast there my skeptical friend.” While it DOES deal with invisible, often inexplicable realms of reality, prayer is not magic.
Magic is unnatural. Meaning it defies nature.
Prayer is SUPERnatural. Meaning that it stands outside and above the natural order.
Praying is predicated on the belief that – though we cannot see it or even remotely understand it – there is SOMETHING that exists beyond the reach of limited, flawed, flesh and blood humans.
Prayer is also based on the conviction that the character of this SOMETHING is benevolent… even to the point of being able to be called LOVING.
Finally, the practice of prayer rests on the understanding that communication can be established between HERE and THERE… between the EPHEMERAL and the ETHEREAL… between the VISIBLE and the INVISIBLE.
And since I am firmly on board with all three of those propositions, I pray.
- Sometimes I pray for an outcome or a resolution to a problem I am facing.
- Sometimes my prayers consist of silently spitballing solutions.
- Entirely too infrequently, my prayers are lists of things I am grateful for today.
- On even rarer occasions my prayer takes the form of silent listening.
Seeing this list, you might be inclined to ask, “So… does it work?”
What you might mean with this question is, “Does your prayer generally bring you the outcome you were seeking?” If that is what you mean, I would have to answer, “No. Not always.”
But if instead you mean, “Does your praying succeed in renewing your sense that there is a connection between you and that loving, benevolent SOMETHING you talked about earlier?” I would hasten to answer, “Why yes! Almost always.”
And when that connection is renewed, the funniest thing happens. Suddenly I am able to see the problem I was trying to solve, or the person I was trying to influence, or the mood I was trying to lift in an entirely new light.
I suddenly see them each in the light of eternity.
Abundant blessings;
Please pause for a moment and pity poor Joan.
She was tiny. So tiny the bed covers seemed to swallow her.
It was over 20 years ago, but it was a period that still holds the title of “Absolute Worst Time of My Life.” 
If there is one thing we have proved conclusively in this country, it is that, contrary to the old saying, what’s good for the goose is NOT necessarily also good for the gander.
I grew up in one of those small towns where everyone knew everything about everyone else.
Three doors down from the house I grew up in lived a family named the Thompsons.
Russellings of the Spirit 