Thoughts on prayer from The Mystery of Love, by Cardinal Basil Hume
(DLT 2004)
by
Alison Morgan
What is prayer?
'Prayer is the
raising of the mind and heart to God.' That definition in the catechism
remains, for my part at any rate, the best of all definitions of prayer.
But one word was omitted: trying. Prayer is trying to raise
our minds and hearts to God. The only 'failure' in prayer is when we
neglect it. The only 'success' in prayer is the sense of God's presence,
or a deep peace and sense of well-being, a marvellous moment of inner
freedom. When that comes, it is a special gift from God. We have no claim
on it, we cannot demand it. Our part is to turn to him as best we can,
trying to raise our minds and hearts to him.

Becoming
friends with God
Holiness
involves friendship with God. The movement towards the realisation of
God's love for us is similar to our relationship with other people. There
comes a moment which we can never quite locate or catch, when an
acquaintance becomes a friend. In a sense, the change from one to the
other has been taking place over a period of time. But there comes a point
when we know we can trust the other, exchange confidences, keep each
other's secrets: we are friends. There has to be a moment like that in our
relationship with God. He ceases to be just a Sunday acquaintance and
becomes a weekday friend.

Talking
with God
The sound of
gentle stillness has to be within, and in that context think of yourself
coming to the Lord like the blind man in St Luke (chapter 18): 'Lord come
to me, be merciful to me a sinner: help me.' He stands before you, asking,
'What would you have me do?' And you answer, 'Lord, that I may see, that I
may see with the eyes of faith something of the realities of which you
came to speak, something about your presence in the world in which I find
myself. Touch my eyes that I may see.' I find in that blind man and in the
deaf mute good friends because they reflect what we are like. Those words
are addressed to you and me because those characters in the Gospel are us.
So in moments of silence we reflect a bit on how much the Word of God
means to us, and how much the Sacraments mean to us.

Listening
to God
It is in silence
that we shall hear a voice deep within us speaking to our nobler selves,
calling us to high ideals and generous instincts. Silence is the voice of
God, sometimes no louder than a whisper, but speaking to us unmistakably
if we learn to listen, to listen to God. That silence, that presence of
God, will bring peace to our troubled and divided hearts. It will help to
heal and restore our society.
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Come now, turn aside
from your daily employment. Escape for a moment from the tumult of
your thoughts, put aside your weighty cares. Let your burdensome
distractions wait. Free yourself for a while for him. Enter the
inner chamber of your soul. Shut out everything except God and that
which will help you in seeking him. When you have shut the door, say
to him: 'I seek your face. Lord my God, teach my heart where and how
to seek you.' (Anselm)
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Finding
forgiveness
In every human
life there are things, actions and attitudes that need forgiveness. There
are memories of foolishness and weakness that lurk like dark spectres to
haunt us when the spirit is low or the going hard. If only we could hear
clearly within us that we have been forgiven. If you and I truly want
forgiveness, if our sorrow is real, what is it that stops us from knowing
that we have been forgiven? Is it our failure to believe in his love for
us? If we turn to him, want to love him, and ask for forgiveness, we may
be sure that our sorrow for the wrongs we have done will bring us closer
to him and, with that closeness, bring us peace of mind.

Finding yourself
A priest started
his homily at a funeral by saying, 'I am going to preach about judgement.'
There was dismay in the congregation. But he went on: 'Judgement is
whispering into the ear of a merciful and compassionate God the story of
my life which I had never been able to tell.' It is a very great
encouragement to think of being in the presence of God who is both
merciful and full of compassion, because God knows me through and through
and understands me far better than I could ever know and understand
myself, or anyone else. Only he can truly make sense of my confused and
rambling story.

God in a box?
A mystery is a reality which
we can never understand, nor even discover for ourselves. This mystery can
never be solved. It can only be entered and explored by one who accepts
with awe and reverence that the deepest reality is unimaginably greater
than we can ever comprehend; that beyond the limitations of our senses,
and even the horizon of death, lies a place of inexpressible joy, the
fountain of all life and love.
To embrace the mystery is to
discover the real. It is to walk towards the light, to glimpse the morning
star, to catch sight from time to time of what is truly real. It is no
more than a flicker of light through the cloud of unknowing: a fitful ray
of light that is a messenger from the sun which is hidden from your gaze.
Mysteries are truths revealed
by God.