Yesterday we visited Gethsemane Abbey as a Chapel team. JD set no other agenda except reflection and prayer. And though there is never enough time for such a trip which accomplishes nothing of pragmatic value, that’s what makes such a trip all the more important.
It occurred to me that one of the ways Christians might be a prophetic voice in the future of this country is in our willingness to take time off our busy schedules of production and incessant consumption, simply to go pray.
I know it sounds either too idealistic or too pious to be practical.
But what if the prophetic is in the impractical?
What if the prophetic is in the actualization of things usually assumed to be stuck in the realm of ideas?
What if our slavery to the 9-5 is exactly what keeps us bound to the ideas and agendas of the Empire with its ethic of consumption and production? And what if this slavery is exactly that which hinders our ability to see the God who provides, sustains, and cares for even the flowers of the field which do not toil or spin?