Telescope II: Prayer

What does it mean to have faith? How is it possible to show that you have faith? For most people, myself included, I would suspect that it is through prayer. But what is prayer? What does it mean to pray? I cannot speak for you, but I can certainly speak for myself.

I have never considered myself particularly religious. I was born into a Hindu household, but we were never religious. My grandmother chose not to eat beef primarily because her teeth hurt and it would be hard to chew. No, we were never religious. We respected all faiths at home – celebrating Diwali, fasting during Ramadan, lighting up a Christmas tree, and not really knowing what Kwanza was.

Our living room at home in Dubai is, to me, the most religiously harmonious place on the planet. In it, you will find a painting of Jesus looking at the serene face of Buddha. In it, you will find the Lord Ganesh, flanked by two paintings that say Allah. It’s no surprise that I have always considered that living room my happy place.

I will not lie to you, I did not write yesterday because I found myself in an emotionally difficult place. I will not lie to you, the last 6 weeks have been the hardest of my life – when you are faced with the idea that the life you imagined for yourself might not be possible, or presently impossible, you tend to give in to the sadness of loss. You tend to lose faith. You tend to lose Iman. Just thinking about it makes me uneasy.

In the last 6 weeks, I have found that there no greater peace than in re-embracing my spirituality.

So, what is prayer? To me, these days, prayer is peace. Prayer is singing to the universe and hoping to hear back. Prayer can be daily, it can be weekly, it can be every decade. But prayer is prayer.

I went to a temple for the first time in almost 10 years yesterday. 10 years. It’s such a humbling thought to realize that you have lived long enough to have last done something a decade ago. I walked past dozens of Hindu deities, the same prayer to each one. I sat with what could best be described as a cornucopia of old ladies, singing songs that could well have been in Chinese. Seated there, legs crossed, eyes closed, peaceful.

I go to church every day, Low Mass at All Saints on Margaret Street in Fitzrovia. My dear reader, if you ever wish to join me, to share in the peace of prayer, I will be there at 6:30pm every day. The ritual of contrition, of believing in something more powerful than yourself, the ritual of earning a blessing somehow puts my mind at ease. I spoke to a bishop of the church yesterday, asking him about the power of prayer,

“It’s not about asking the Lord for what you want, it’s about asking for the strength to be a better you in the service of good.”

Isn’t that beautiful?

I thought other rituals that I had somehow formed a spiritual connection with. Walking. I love going on long, ambling walks. I walked home from the temple yesterday – it took me 3 hours and I loved every second of it. I walked along a canal in the middle of London that ran for 7.8 miles. My mind raced the entire time, it zoomed way beyond the canal, way past London, across the world, to the East. How could it not? But taking one step after another, towards home, there is prayer in that.

There’s a wonderful, wonderful quote from a Bollywood movie I love, it’s called Delhi-6 and I suggest you watch it for all it’s manic brilliance. The original Urdu/Hindi goes something like this,

Zarre zarre mein uska noor hai,
Jhaank khud mein wo naa tujhse doore hai,
Ishq hai usse to sabse ishq kar,
Ishq hai usse to sabse ishq kar,
Iss ibaadat ka yahi dastoor hai,
Ismein usmein aur usmein hai wo hi,
Ismein usmein aur usmein hai wo hi,
Yaar mera har taraf bharpoor hai.

Roughly translated it means,

His light permeates each and every particle
Look within yourself, he is not far from you
If you love him, then love everyone
If you love him, then love everyone
As these are the rules of prayers to him
He’s in you, them and everybody
He’s in you, them and everybody
My friend is there completely in all directions

So take a moment, a brief flutter of your day, to think about what it means to you to pray. Think about the rituals that you share not with others but with something above you, something within you. Take a moment to appreciate it, to smile while doing it. Take a moment to remember that prayer is a beautiful, beautiful ritual. And maybe, just maybe, prayer can have the power to work. Take a moment to remember that faith, that Iman, it exists everywhere and in everything.

Have a good week, my friends.

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