Think about this: You are in the presence of Jesus, the physical presence of Jesus, as He prays. Either you kneel beside Him or walk about, or stop and stare and listen to this Man—this God-Man. Jesus, the Almighty, God in the flesh, is praying and you are there to hear Him. What an occasion. I’m filled with awe this afternoon at the mere thought of such opportunity. I wonder about the timbre of His voice, its pitch and tone, its resonance, volume and intensity. And certainly, I consider His words. What did He say as He prayed? In some ways I feel reluctant to query deeply into this, thinking of holy ground and of the need for bare feet.
The disciples prayed with Jesus, heard His voice, knew His passion. It was not an unusual, infrequent event in their lives, but I expect they never got over the awe of such prayer sessions. Verse one, chapter 11 of Luke records such an occasion.
Jesus was praying, and although the disciples probably did pray at this time, scripture doesn’t say so, but it does record that after Jesus ceased from praying, one of the disciples spoke powerful words that ring through the ages: “Lord, teach us to pray…”
And such is my prayer today. Teach me God. Teach me to pray. Tell me what to say, remind me of my need for moments alone with you, put a hunger in my soul for such times, an understanding of Your ways, Your direction, Your word.
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