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The Intimacy of Prayer

December 10, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

She made me uncomfortable.

She made me squirm.

I didn’t want to think about it, much less write about it.

I plugged my ears and sang, “Lalalalalala.”

L.L. quotes Sister Wendy Beckett, nun and art critic, as saying when she speaks about Piero Della Francesca’s painting, The Baptism of Christ:

“Jesus is totally folded in on Himself, aware only of the Father and the Father’s love, and its significance. This is what we long to be in prayer: one who is utterly given, stretching out beyond the immediate to the absolute reality of God.”

Similarly, she says, “The essential act of prayer is to stand unprotected before God. What will God do? He will take possession of us.”

“Becket, nun though she is,” L.L. writes, “speaks the language of sex. Utterly given. Stretching out. Unprotected.”

It makes perfect sense.

To think about prayer, communion and union with our Bridegroom, in the language of sex.

I don’t think God blushes.

I mean, He created everything, after all. And everything was good.

Except for man to be alone.

So He created woman.

And sex.

And they became one.

He also compared our relationship with Him as that between a husband and a wife throughout Scripture.

And inspired some pretty graphic language and images in the Song of Songs.

Solomon’s poetry drips with the intimacy of love between him and his new bride. I want to shield my eyes and cover my ears and tiptoe away from them.

It’s so intimate.

I read it again this morning in the Message, and though I don’t believe you can force deep interpretations on it, I couldn’t help but think of God’s love for His beloved–you and me.

The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook.
No wonder everyone loves to say your name! (1:3)

Jesus.

But back to prayer.

Not so much those times when I list my offenses or lay out my requests.

But those times when I shut myself up with Him.

To spend time with Him.

To know Him.

Deeply. Intimately.

I come alone. Just as I am. Unprotected. Unashamed. Vulnerable. And allow Him to undress me layer by layer. He does not flinch at the sight of my scars and wrinkles. But only gazes with eyes of love. And then stripped down and stretched out, I open myself to take Him as He is.

I surrender all.

We become one.

And I am whole and wholly beautiful.

And now I’ve made myself blush.

This post is a gift in response to Week 6 of God in the Yard. L.L. makes me think too much.


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  1. HisFireFly says

    December 10, 2010 at 5:22 pm

    Now I’m blushing, and hungry, and yes, even desperate for His touch…

    beautiful post Sandy.

    • Sandra says

      December 10, 2010 at 6:01 pm

      Soul hunger. Thanks, Karin.

  2. Michael says

    December 10, 2010 at 5:30 pm

    And a dude is blushing now too.

    • Sandra says

      December 10, 2010 at 5:53 pm

      Is that a good thing–or a bad thing?

  3. Beth Herring says

    December 10, 2010 at 6:43 pm

    I also have such ‘soul hunger’ for more intimacy with my precious Lord.

    Thank you for this post today!

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:34 pm

      May we never be fully satisfied!

  4. Melinda Y. says

    December 10, 2010 at 7:54 pm

    I desire to be completley undone in His presence… gazing back with every fiber of love inside me.
    This stretched my soul beautifully and deeply.
    Thank you, Snady.

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:33 pm

      Stretching with you, friend.

  5. Sheila Hollinghead says

    December 10, 2010 at 8:22 pm

    Our relationship with him is a mystery that Jesus compared to the husband/wife relationship. Blushing–but true.

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:32 pm

      Unsolvable mystery. Unfathomable love.

  6. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    December 10, 2010 at 9:53 pm

    The relationship between a husband and wife was meant to illustrate an intimacy between us and the Lord. When that aspect of humanity is abused and taken out of the context of marriage, it ruins that imagery. No wonder it creates such havoc in the soul.

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:31 pm

      Really good insight, Susan. Thanks.

  7. Tony Alicea says

    December 11, 2010 at 10:22 am

    This is beautiful, Sandra. Intimacy with the Lord is something that I continually long for. Song of Songs is one of my favorite books. I’ll have to read it in The Message.

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:30 pm

      Thanks so much, Tony. It’s a beautiful book–no matter what version.

  8. Carol J. Garvin says

    December 11, 2010 at 1:19 pm

    Thank you, Sandra. You have explained it so beautifully. I usually think of the image of Christ as the bridegroom of the church… the church being his people. But as one of those people he is my groom, too, and that makes it much more personal. As it should be.

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:28 pm

      Personal, yes. Thank you, Carol.

  9. deidra says

    December 11, 2010 at 3:15 pm

    I love this post.
    Glad you “went there” – where it was uncomfortable for you…and for some of us readers.
    But God’s not so concerned about comfort, is He?

    • Sandra says

      December 11, 2010 at 7:20 pm

      Uncomfortable. Understatement. And no, He’s not. 😉

  10. L.L. Barkat says

    December 13, 2010 at 12:57 pm

    Sorry dear. Didn’t mean to make you blush. Like you said, God created all this though. How can we not take it into account? 🙂

    • Sandra says

      December 13, 2010 at 8:41 pm

      Giggling nervously. Must be my age. But I’ve recovered nicely. 🙂

  11. Anne Lang Bundy says

    December 15, 2010 at 10:50 pm

    Intimacy with the Lord brings you to blush? Good!

    I hope I can make you blush again when I do my Dec 24 post. 😀

    • Sandra says

      December 17, 2010 at 11:27 am

      Oh dear. Looking for my white makeup. 🙂

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