I remember a Friday night many years ago when friends going away for a weekend left without me simply because I couldn’t get off work till 6pm. I’ve since recovered from that slight (even had a good weekend without them!) but it was no fun at the time to be forgotten.
You likely have a story of being forgotten. It may be a profound story that has shaped your life or an easily forgiven oversight that you can laugh about. On the flip side you may also have a time when you were remembered. Being remembered at anniversaries or events, those joyous and painful, tells us we are cared for and loved. I had coffee with a friend last summer who had lost his mom a few months earlier and he was sharing how much it means to him when people reminisce with him about her, or when they ask about her life. These moments say to him, “I remember”.
Prayer is a form of remembering, and from my experience prayer walking is an even better form of remembering. For the past year and a half I’ve been prayer walking weekly with a friend through the neighbourhood surrounding Next Door. In doing so what I find is that my senses and emotions are engaged as I gaze up at the apartments buildings, or look across at the spaces we occupy in ministry – the ball hockey court, the community garden. (This seeing the community doesn’t happen when I sit in a room to pray!) When I find my senses stimulated and my emotions engaged in prayer I am also more likely to act. Science Mike