What prayer can be like—and probably is meant to be.
Sometimes it’s possible to become so absorbed in God’s reality that I forget myself completely. I am no longer consciously praying or worshipping. Words would be inadequate and even inappropriate. Anthony of the Desert described this 1,700 years ago, as “Perfect prayer is not to know that you are praying.”
Andrew Murray calls this, “The Spirit of Prayer”. It is the work of the whole being, which continually stands in fullness of faith, in the purity of love, in absolute willingness to do and be what pleases God. It is the highest union with God in this life. What prayer is not. It is not any particular action confined to times, or words, or places.
Pete goes on…If a movie is better than good—if it is truly great—you will eventually get completely caught up in its plot, utterly absorbed and deeply affected. Your popcorn will be forgotten. It will no longer be “me and the film” or even “the film and me” but “only the film.” Such all-consuming experiences and the overwhelming human desire for them—in art, in sex, in nature, in moments of sporting euphoria, in deep conversations with friends—are rumors of another world. They whisper that we are made for eternity, wired to worship, happiest whenever we abandon ourselves to something greater and more beautiful than our own little lives.