|On prayer and praying:
the power of prayer
|"As astounded as I am by the power of prayer, I am perhaps yet more astounded by how thoroughly disregarded this timeless method of communication is by the greater portion of humanity. Though I suppose the lack of interest in prayer comes down to a simple fact, which is this: prayers are always answered, but they are rarely answered in the way the petitioner desires. And by that I mean that what we ask for might not be what is best for us, and what is best for us might be far harder, or more sublime, than we are willing to accommodate. And a prayer we issue might bring assistance, but that assistance might have to come in the form of pain. And who on earth would pray for that kind of assistance? Who indeed?"
from ROOTS AND WINGS: adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas
| Jack Haas is the author of THE WAY OF WONDER: a return to the mystery of ourselves, IN, AND OF: memoirs of a mystic journey, and THE DREAM OF BEING: aphorisms, ideograms, and aislings.
The following anecdote is another true tale of the power of prayer from ROOTS AND WINGS. The story picks up after Jack has met a fellow traveller named Jim.
| ...As we were walking back to the hostel, which was on the outskirts of Donegal Town, we passed some travellers headed the other way. These folks had just found a baby kitten in the forest, but were soon to be boarding a bus, and so asked if we would take the cat and try to find a home for it. As I was by then refusing to get tangled in other people's lives, karma, and creations, I had no intention of taking the kitten, but Jim immediately jumped at the possibility, without much thought, and soon we were headed back to the hostel again, he with a pussy in his paws.
After arriving, Jim asked anyone and everyone if they would be interested in taking the little kitten as a pet, which none of them were. And so it quickly dawned on him that he had taken upon himself a responsibility which he had no desire to fulfil, and now he was the owner of a feeble little animal, whom no one else wanted, and neither could he keep, for he was soon leaving town as well, and there was no way he could be a pet owner, not with his unpredictable and untethered lifestyle anyway. He soon became morose, anxious, and a bit unstrung, as his life was now in shambles, because he had thoughtlessly embraced a possibility simply because it was a possibility, and he had taken on someone else's burden without realizing what that meant.
In very short time he was such a wreck that he was talking about clubbing the cat over the head, because he could not take it with him, and no one else wanted it, and it was going to have a horrid time if he simply abandoned it, so he might as well end its life before the suffering began.
At the height of his frenzy he and I were sitting out on the front lawn of the hostel, and he turned to me and, with a desperate tone to his voice, asked, somewhat rhetorically, “I wonder what Christ would do in a situation like this?”, a question which I have often asked myself, so often in fact that I have actually come up with an answer: he would pray, for that is what Christ did when there was nothing left to do, because he knew that he could do nothing of his own power. And so I related this to Jim, who, though he was a strongly spiritual man, thought maybe I was playing with him, because what can prayer do at a time like this?
Well, Jim's conundrum and confusion continued, and we sat out there for another hour or so, and the tempest within him surged on, until once again he turned to me and asked, “What would Christ do?”, to which I rejoined, this time emphatically, “Christ would pray!”
I could see the wheels now churning within Jim's overwrought cranium, and with a last look of capitulation he got up and ran into the hostel, and I knew he was going in to pray.
Jim had gone upstairs, found himself a quiet, empty room, and laid his soul bare in front of God. And when he came back downstairs the proprietress of the hostel told him that she had decided to take the cat.
Jim was elated, and not only that, he had experienced what the most powerful powerless man to ever walk upon the tempestuous shores of this psychic realm had known full well- “Of myself I can do nothing”, and so he prayed.
|Excerpted from ROOTS AND WINGS: adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas|
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