I am not a morning person. Once I am out of the house I’m alright; but the process of getting to that point can be the bain of my existence. I often dream vividly, so alarms typically interrupt whatever fantastic thing is happening in my subconscious. I hated alarms until recently.
“Praying the Hours” is not a new thing. It’s the practice of letting certain times in the day serve as markers or reminders to pray. During the Babylonian exile, there was no temple, so the Jews set specific times to sing, pray, and read the Torah. Later, in the Roman Empire, the Jews and new Christians continued the practice when the forum bells would ring at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 3pm, and 6pm - the markers of the work day. They used these regular bells as a reminder to bring themselves before God. This practice has been adapted by varying Christian traditions.
At a lunch meeting recently, I agreed to pray over Ephesians 3:20 at 3:20 pm PST every day for a year. I set a recurring alarm on my phone. It has a different ringtone than my morning alarm. Every day it goes off, I pause whatever I’m doing, and I read:
I pray for about 30 seconds. Then I go back to whatever I was doing at the time. When appropriate (or when I’m with other believers) I explain what we are doing, and invite them to read the Scripture and pray as well.
This verse leads me to ask, what are the ways we have limited God because we have failed to ask? to dream big? to expect more? to trust his mighty power?
Alarms can be a good thing. Want to pray with us? Set an alarm.