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"Lord, I believe. Help thou mine unbelief." (Puritan Prayer)

Day of Prayer today here at GC. It's been so good to be intentionally immersed in the community that is always present at school. We have prayed for humility in spirit as we worship, for our fractured selves and communities, for the persecuted church around the world. We've read the Psalms aloud in praise. Various departments are meeting all over campus to lift major-specific prayers and thanksgivings.

What has become all too obvious today is that while I have no lack of petitions, there remains a painful deficit of glorification in my prayers. I can pray often, but if ninety-five percent of my "prayer" is selfish supplication, I'm missing the joy behind communing with God. I'm thankful to be realizing this, but a bit saddened by the lack of humility and even relationship in the way I speak to (or, as it should be, with) my Creator.

On another note, I read something the other day that was almost like a prayer to me. Or maybe you could call it worship. Excellence in art is a way to magnify God in my mind, and this quote from Annie Dillard's "American Childhood" is indeed excellent:

"Like any child, I slid into myself perfectly fitted, as a diver meets her reflection in a pool. Her fingertips enter the fingertips on the water, her wrists slide up her arms. The diver wraps herself in her reflection wholly, sealing it at the toes, and wears it as she climbs rising from the pool, and ever after."