Increasingly I find myself in times of prayer where I cannot find the words, recent news events such as:
- Orlando Shootings
- Nice Bastille Day Killings
- Baton Rouge
- Bombing of Syria and the Refugee Crisis
- The post Brexit rise in racist attacks in UK
and yesterday the murder of 86-year-old priest, Father Jacques Hamel in Rouen, France.
The fact that we struggle often to find the right words, struggle to find words to share with God our outrage, our fear, our sadness, our guilt, our deepest hopes – perhaps finds one modern expression in the popular use of #hashtags at times of collective grievance and solidarity – somehow that shared phrase is meant to encapsulate ALL of our emotions, exactly because our words can’t sum it up. For me increasingly; painting, poetry and art, play that role too – helping me to find ways to express the deep down stuff that I cannot always find the words for, and so it is today.
Romans 8.26 reminds us that when we cannot find the words for our prayers “…the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words.”