When the disciples ask him to teach them to pray, Jesus does not offer method or technique. “I like to sit quietly in a deserted place, focus on my breathing, and simply relax…” No. He tells them to say something. Speak. “Say, Our Father…” Jesus the beloved Son teaches us that we are as he is, children of a loving, attentive Father. And if Jesus’ opponents often expressed shock and outrage that he dared to call God his very own Father, thus making himself equal with God. It is perhaps little less shocking that he advises us to pray as he prayed. Jesus places us within his relationship with God, a relationship marked by tenderness and confidence.
And so each morning, at his command and formed by his divine teaching, we dare to say these words, to repeat Jesus’ own words. So accustomed to praying the Our Father, do we believe that we are doing something really daring? The prayer is not a formula but more a “shape, a pattern,” better still a situation. For when we pray the Our Father, we are situated with and in Jesus, thus intimately connected with God. We too are beloved children, and so we dare to pray with real confidence.
And after naming God our Father, a series of petitions follows. In the first place we ask that God’s name be sanctified. This hallowing of God’s name expresses the ancient desire that all people be gathered into one and given a new heart filed with God’s Spirit, so that all nations may witness God’s blessings and so reverence God’s name. There then follow a further series of petitions: for the coming to birth of God’s reign of true shalom, then for bread, for forgiveness, not to be led into temptation and to be delivered from evil. We are putting demands on God, as we depend on his initiative.
And if in another place Jesus will tell us not to babble on in prayer “as the pagans do,” assuring us that God knows our needs before we speak, here he tells us to ask. Tell God what you want. And to amplify the message, Jesus will follow with a parable of a desperate friend who comes at midnight. Could God be at least as responsive as that grouch, unhappily roused from his sleep by the persistent knocking and entreaty of a friend at midnight?
And it’s just what Abraham does in the First Reading with his relentless deal-making with God. There’s such tension in that passage, for even as Abraham is reverent and respectful as he repeats his requests, you fear God will suddenly lose his patience, get ticked off and tell Abraham, “Enough already.” But God does not.
Could it be that God wants to be entreated so insistently? Apparently so because he continues to comply with Abraham’s persistent pleading. And it seems Abraham knows his relationship with God can tolerate it. Perhaps we could even say that the relationship demands it. Abraham has chutzpah, that’s the Yiddish word derived from the original Hebrew, meaning nerve, audacity. It’s daring and in-your-face..
This is just what Jesus emphasizes in that parable of the persistent friend this morning. The friend who just won’t back down and keeps knocking. That’s chutzpah. The actual word used in the parable is the Greek a-nai’-daya; it means shameless persistence, refusing to take no for an answer. Could Jesus be telling us that our relationship with a loving Father God demands such chutzpah?
It brings to mind that little widow demanding her rights from the corrupt judge. “Because this widow keeps bothering me,” he says. “I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come back and hit me with her handbag.” Or that Syrophoenician woman. “Alright,” she says to Jesus. “Call me a dog if you want, but even the dogs get the scraps. Give me a scrap.” It’s all about persistence and a faith that asks for more.
Prayer can never be a time for ambivalence but daring desire. A great confidence, audacity grounded in our belovedness. The relationship that prayer is puts us in our place as sons and daughters of a loving Father who wants to hear. As children of our Father we know our incompleteness, our utter dependence on him for everything, and so we ask.
I am reminded of my first retreat. First meeting, I sit across from the director, and he advises me to tell the Lord what I want, what is my deepest desire, in my heart of hearts. “Oh no,” I assure him. “I’ve read a lot of Thomas Merton books. He says you don’t do that, you just trust and open your heart, and you know, you pray.” “That’s great,” says this priest. “I love Merton. Read a lot of his books myself. Terrific author. Now go tell God what you want and get back to me tomorrow morning.” I did. Things happened. For when we acknowledge our deepest desires, we step into God’s desire for us. For he wants our good. In our prayer we are not trying to wrestle God to the ground. We beg earnestly, with chutzpah and we trust his desire for us.
Our prayer even at its most apophatic, in its greatest simplicity and deepest imageless quietude, no matter how far beyond words and concepts is always grounded in our deepest desiring. Ultimately we seek union, the consummation of our relationship to God, that Jesus assures us is ours in our Father. Joyfully falling backwards into the Father’s attention, into the Spirit’s groaning on our behalf, into the Son’s ceaseless pleading for us, we surrender. Jesus is the Father’s best gift to us, the Heart of all desire, let us go up again to this altar to receive him our Daily Bread.