When Father RJ asked me if I would be willing to write a brief article for the Lion’s Pause because he was going to be on vacation this week, I was a little hesitant but then agreed. Thankfully he made a few suggestions: What do I love about St. Mark’s? What has your Christian faith meant to you in a recent situation? What is the best part about being a mother, grandmother, etc.? Wow, so many great ideas. Anyone that is a grandmother knows that you can write an entire dissertation on the best part of being a grandmother. That would be easy. I was giving it a lot of thought when the song, Need A Favor by Jelly Roll, came on the radio. As the song began and I listened to the words:
“I only talk to God when I need a favor
And I only pray when I ain’t got a prayer
So who the hell am I, who the hell am I to expect a savior, oh
If I only talk to God when I need a favor?”
It made me question, was I one of those people? I grew up Catholic, went to a parochial school. I memorized all the important prayers. I say my prayers morning and night but am I only reciting the prayers I have memorized? I have my list of things and blessings to thank God for, but was I really talking to God?
As I thought back on a phone call I received on April 9, 2020, I realized that was the first time I really talked to God and that day I asked for a favor. And that day, my relationship with God changed. My memorized prayers were said less, instead I started talking to God. I assume he was listening because a lot of things began to happen. Appointments were moved. A well known physician I was to see developed COVID, so I had to see someone else. What I thought were screwups or misfortunes turned out to be blessings. And as the months, now years have gone by, I no longer just pray, I talk to God. I still say my prayers. I found the Lord’s Prayer calms me when anxious or scared which turns out I say often. I still ask God to bless my family and friends, but now instead of just reciting the prayers I memorized, I start my day off talking to God. There really is a difference.
Kathy Wise
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