Mahatma Gandhi said, “Prayer is the longing of the soul…a daily admission of the weakness of one’s soul. Therefore, it is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
Heart without words? I have had such times, haven’t you? The inner burden so heavy…so confusing…so inexpressibly perplexing, I feel this profound need to pray. That is, I have the heart to pray but the words won’t come…don’t come.
I remember such a time in Saint Paul’s life. He put it like this: “The Spirit helps us when we are weak…if we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayers out of our wordless sighs…(Rom. 8;26).
Really? What a beautiful paradox. I can’t pray and yet I am praying. The fewer my words, the more at prayer I am. The more abandoned I feel, the nearer to God I actually am.
Today, I will remember, I could never be away from God…from myself…from my Source. The times I feel as if I am, I will remember are the very times I am the nearest. The burden may be so great that I have no words to express it. However, my tears will do the talking. This much I know, the Spirit within is my Rosetta Stone, translating to God the troubles of my soul.
Therefore, I could never be more at prayer than those moments I feel least like praying. I could never be nearer to God than when I feel the most distant.
This is the good news and the secret to happiness.