Between the Two Ponds
One passage. One idea. A few quiet minutes. Short devotional readings for people being formed by grace, written from a small chair beside still water in Falcon, Colorado.
Pull one up. Read slowly. There is no hurry here.
A Returning, Not a Marathon
Because we hear it as an instruction to do something more, and more often, and for longer. And so we try, and we fail, and we quietly file it away with the verses that are for other people.
"Pray without ceasing." (1 Thessalonians 5:17)
Three words, and they have humbled better men than any of us. We hear them as an order to do something more, and more often, and for longer, and so we try, and fail, and quietly file the verse away with the ones meant for other people. But what if it is not mainly an instruction to pray more. What if it is a description of what happens to a person who has been grafted in.
The wild branch does not labor to produce sweet fruit. It stays attached, and the sweetness follows. It is not an achievement but a symptom. And a person genuinely joined to Christ does not, at some point in the afternoon, stop being joined to Christ. The union is unceasing. The awareness of it is not, and that is the whole struggle. The mind slips, constantly. It is not that the head is empty and God cannot get a word in; it is that the head is crowded, and we lose him in the noise.
So praying without ceasing is not a marathon of the lips. It is a returning. Ten thousand times a day the attention wanders, and ten thousand times you turn it back, gently, without the self-reproach that would only make it about you again. Do not measure your prayer by the length of the session. Measure it by how quickly, and how kindly, you come back to the One you never actually left.