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The Afternoon I Prayed For Everyone

First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for everyone… 1 Timothy 2:1

So begins one of the lectionary readings for the week—the reading, it so happens, that I am to preach on this Sunday. Pray for everyone. Um, okay. What shall I do once I’ve finished praying for “everyone?” Get cracking on world peace? The universality of the command seemed laughably absurd to me as I read it this afternoon. Who on earth could pray for everyone?  And, come to think of it, who would want to?

But then a thought occurred to me. What if, rather than puzzling over rational abstractions about prayer or agonizing about how I might explain prayer in a sermon, I tried, oh, I don’t know, praying? It was an idea just crazy enough to have merit. At the very least, it would give me something to do while avoiding my sermon.

So I decided I would try. To pray. For everyone.

I closed my laptop and turned off my phone. I tidied up my desk a bit, pushing aside the omnipresent mountain of books and papers that clutter my desk (I’ve heard rumours that one way to de-clutter your mind is to de-clutter your physical space). I even decided that I would light a candle. This seemed like the sort of thing that a very spiritual person who was very serious about prayer would do. And if I was going to pray for everyone, I was going to have to be very spiritual and very serious. It took me five minutes to find a candle and another five to find some matches, but eventually I was ready to go.

I closed my eyes, and began to pray for people. Initially, it felt a little silly. I was essentially rattling through a mental rolodex of people in my life, checking them off my prayer list, barely even slowing down long enough to think seriously about what might be going on in their lives. It felt more than a little mechanical and not very spiritual or serious. Also, my candle was beginning to pathetically flicker and wane. The metaphor seemed obvious and not terribly inspiring. But I was committed, by this point, and not to be deterred by a metaphor, however ominous. So I kept praying.

I prayed for as many people as I could think of, from those closest to me to those on the outer reaches of the circles of my awareness.

I prayed for my wife and my kids and my parents and siblings and for nieces and nephews and grandparents and extended family.

I prayed for friends and friends’ kids and people in church and people in the hospital and pastoral colleagues navigating familiar terrain.

I prayed for people I had encountered online, people who had taken time to write to me, people I had never actually met but who had entered my orbit through a kind word or a gentle reproach.

I prayed for people in need, people whose paths I have crossed, however briefly, over the years, people walking far harder roads than my own.

I prayed for those walking through the depths of death’s dark valley and those who are preparing for this descent. I prayed for those on the mountaintops of ecstasy and those whose experience of God is one of intimacy and delight.

I prayed for refugees and indigenous neighbours and adopted kids and the many lonely, rejected, and forgotten souls I have encountered over the years.

I prayed for those whose faith is both an inspiration and a shining example to emulate. I prayed for people who know far too little of love and for we who are far too stingy with extending it.

I prayed for my future self, hoping that by the grace of God I might yet become more than I have been thus far.

And a funny thing happened as I was praying for everyone. I began to notice that it felt less mechanical and more natural. It became something like a source of genuine joy. People would come to mind and I would visualize them, see their faces, recall a meal, a hug, an agonized conversation over coffee, a letter, an online exchange, a tear, a shoulder, a riotous good time.

I would wonder what they were doing at that very moment. I would give thanks for a small kindness or an act of mercy extended toward me. I would think about a trial they were currently facing or about their kids or about a trip they had recently taken. I would think about a conversation we had recently had or about a shared experience from the past, or a sorrow we had walked through together. I would think about what the future might hold for them and when and how God might allow our paths to cross again.

I would think about how good it was that they were a part of my life and that I was a part of theirs.

I didn’t ask for a lot of things on the afternoon I prayed for everyone. I didn’t really have time. Mostly, I was just reminded of the simple yet profound gift of living life intertwined with other lives. Not long after I started to pray for everyone, it turned out that I was mostly just glad to have an everyone to pray for at all.

6 Comments Post a comment
  1. Natalie #

    Thanks for praying for us

    September 15, 2016
  2. Nomad #

    Thank you for sharing this candid insight into your journey, Ryan. I’ve learned over time that,for me, this admonition(1Tim:2:1) entails developing an attitude of transcendence that encompasses the WHOLE world, sinner and saint alike, and not just immediate family or aquaintances. It calls us into a much deeper/expanded awareness of the all inclusive Love of God, so much so that we might find ourselves lifting up in prayer complete strangers who cross our path on any given day, if only to whisper “God bless them and have mercy on them”. The teachings of monastics have aided me greatly in developing this frame of mind 🙂

    “Every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the Glory of God the Father”

    September 17, 2016
    • Absolutely! Well said.

      September 18, 2016
  3. Howard wideman #

    The day before my mother died august 1993 the lexionary was Romans 16 highly unusual bunch of names. All that day mom was being thankful for all the many caregivers in her nursing home world. She lived to 86 and would have made 100 but for ovarian cancer. Never the less she lived in 10 decades 1908-1993

    September 25, 2016

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