To be honest, I can’t remember much about the prayer of confession from last Sunday’s worship service or what songs we sang in worship three weeks ago. By no fault of my pastors, I also can’t recall the specific points of any sermon from last fall. Perhaps some of us could, but I suspect most of us would struggle to do so.
I hate, I despise your festivals,
and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.
Even though you offer me your burnt offerings and grain offerings,
I will not accept them;
and the offerings of well-being of your fatted animals
I will not look upon.
Take away from me the noise of your songs;
I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
But let justice roll down like waters,
As we walk through a spiritual desert, attending to God’s voice is the surest way to recover our own. Our prayers to God are important; but his words to us are even more so. When we practice the disciplines of solitude, meditation, and silence, we grow in our ability to hear God’s voice through the Holy Spirit and Scripture.
(from Canyon Road: A Book of Prayer)