(sorry it’s a little blurred, was trying to be surreptitious in church… i don’t recommend it)
Lord, for our land in this our generation,
spirits oppressed by pleasure
wealth and care.
Mr Dudley-Smith seems a cheerful soul. This particular verse ends with the sentiment: Lord, be pleased to hear our prayer. As if, thank God, these heathens with all their oppressive pleasure have realised they’d be far better praying.
I heard a brilliant joke by John Bell the other day. A friend of his had spent his honeymoon at Spring Harvest (no comment) and when asked how it was, this friend said:
“Oh wonderful. All through the consummation of our love we would stop to get down on our knees and pray to the Lord our thanks for being there together..”
To which John says: “Well that shows a terrible attitude, because you should be able to pray in any position.”
I find trying to pray while commuting really bloody hard: it’s a difficult exercise in focus and function. Inevitably you find yourself praying in the moment, but that particular moment could range from worry over work to discomfort over your neighbour’s body odour. And I’ve seen the crazies that close their eyes and mouth their musings to the Lord (I’m guessing), I don’t want to be one of them.
Hang on, is that last sentence what Timothy Dudley-Smith meant by “care”??