I'm praying for Los Angeles this morning. And I can't even tell you why.
Last night I we drove to Westport for dinner with Adam & Taryn, we were talking about people we know the LA area and something gripped my heart. I couldn't get the city out of my mind or heart. Over my gyros at the Jerusalem Cafe , I whispered to Kelsey "I cannot get Los Angeles out of my mind. Something is burning in me.
Language for this might be outside of your experience, but many of you know the feeling, even if you are uncomfortable with the terms. I was burdened. It's a term we don't mess with much anymore. Burden. It seems to have gone the way of anointing, linguistically, philosophically, and...well, practically. We don't feel much of either, and we certainly don't talk about it. A burden seems so old fashioned. So Hudson Taylor of us. So Jonathan Edwards. Hmmm. Maybe it's something we need to resurrect. Makes me wonder what would happen if we revisited the anointing.
For all of our postmodern ranting about pursuing the mystical side of our faith - the part our modern forefathers supposedly abandon - good luck finding a postmodern speaking much about these two. Why? Because they both carry an overtone of responsibility and others-focus. When most belly-aching postmoderns talk about the mystical, what they mean is the ME-stycal. The current reformation is arguably more self centered than the prior incarnation of the church, particularly in the area of prayer.
I don't suppose to know exactly why I'm praying for Los Angeles this morning, but I am. May God rest on the city of angels today.