January 12, 2006

r.e.: perhaps there is value in breaking my words this time

“Dear God but ‘dear’ sounds so silly; how about just ‘God’, God yes, but this isn’t just any god; I need to be more precise, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, please forgive me does God really want me to say ‘please’? Doesn’t he promise that if I confess my sins, he’ll forgive me?”—by the time I’m finally pleased with semantics, the “confession of sin” time of the service has passed me and the pastor is offering God’s pardon to the congregation, but all I end up with is more beating myself up for once again not having the heart to confess my transgressions. I am paralyzed by semantic precision.

There are so many problems with this. One of many, perhaps:

In his book on marriage (the only marriage book I’ve found of any value [surprising, given all of my marriage experience]), Walter Wangerin proposes that of all the possible roles a person can claim in the bedroom, perhaps the most harmful is the “importer/exporter” (not his term, but George Costanza’s). That is, when his wife has frozen up in the sheets, she’s often done so because her husband, rather than being a snugly fitting comforter, has become an importer; that is, he has imported some idea regarding intimacy from the world, from outside the bedroom, and tried to sell it to his wife.

Many of my married friends corroborate. And not only with the sexy stuff. He expresses his delight and interest by bombarding her with verbal praise and chocolate; she thinks chocolate should be reserved for tacit agreement and making-up and -out. Because she expresses contentment and even joy with silence and her eyebrows, she doesn’t say much at dinner, not knowing that he reads silence as an indictment and is going crazy trying to interpret the non-stop brow-beating.

In the world of writing and teaching writing and playing Scrabble and doing crossword puzzles, semantic precision is desirable. How I err is by thoughtlessly importing that need for, and desirability of, precision into my prayer life. By my assumptions, I create problems where there need be none, perhaps. I'm no prayer expert, to be sure, but I know that I got problems, know that I need to reconsider, know that I need to confess, if only I could find the words.

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Jeremy, are you talking about "As For Me and My House"? My soon to be fiance and I are getting ready to read it together. Out of all the books we looked into, that was the only one that stood out. That and Sember recommended it a very long time ago and her tastes play a part with this action. Do you know how hard it is to find this book, used! I can't.

Posted by: Brian at January 12, 2006 02:06 PM

paul gives the wangerin book to all the couples he counsels. mmmmm...walt.

very nice post. the silent confession time is too short for me as well. it takes me the whole time to come up with something to confess, which only magnifies my need to confess--starting with my self-righteousness--and then time is up.

Posted by: emily at January 12, 2006 02:48 PM

this is why i so love the idea of the spirit interceding "with groans that words cannot express."

and maybe this is silly, but i have the same problem, and i've been writing out prayers, making myself not cross any words out. it helps me to see stuff on paper. sins can look a lot uglier when they're spelled out like that (and grace can seem sweeter, too).

Posted by: amys at January 12, 2006 03:18 PM

I rarely do it when I pray out loud, but I almost always start out prayers in my head with "Dear God..." It doesn't seem silly to me--it seems personal.

Posted by: nick at January 12, 2006 03:26 PM

The Wangerin book is on my top 5 list from seminary, and the idea you reference is the one that has penetrated me and my marriage. I don't recommend any other books on marriage, and I don't use any other book when counseling engaged couples.

My prayer problem is that my words are so precise that they become nothing more than platitudes--that and the fact that I don't pray much when I'm alone.

Posted by: rob at January 12, 2006 04:00 PM

Brian, yes, that's the one. I think, perhaps, I forced Denis or Margie to read it about 5 years ago, so it's possible that they passed it on down to Sember, and, thus, to you. That would be delicious.

Em, I remember when I visited Valparaiso years ago that I was tempted to sneak out and try to stalk Walt.

Amys, I think I should take a cue from you. Perhaps that would help.

Nick, I didn't mean to imply that "Dear" is normatively silly--it was more an implication of my own childishness.

Rob, I first read the book after a discussion with Dr. Calhoun 6 years ago, so even though I didn't read it for a class, it was one of my top 5 from seminary, as well.

Posted by: jeremy at January 12, 2006 04:28 PM

Yes, you made us read it.
I used to be so profoundly ashamed of how I talked to God. I never got it right, never seemed able to address him in the way he deserved. (though I never, EVER say "we just pray that") So you see what I mean? I decided it was okay if all I could do was feel misery as I looked at myself, say Dear God a lot of times and receive pardon. Who can pray to GOD, anyway? It makes me so grateful.

Posted by: mlh at January 12, 2006 09:11 PM

sometimes, i just say, "hey God," (especially somewhere on highway 25). Sometimes, i say, "uh, this isn't coming out like i mean, but Jesus knows, and he'll tell you and say it right."
and sometimes, i just say, "goodnight, God."

Posted by: emily jane at January 12, 2006 10:35 PM

Know what I love? Even when we're not verbally precise, it's not as though God doesn't know what we mean anyway. That's the great thing about God being our Father--when you're a small kid and you're talking to your dad, you don't always have to be exact. He'll just know what you mean.

Posted by: Manders at January 13, 2006 10:14 AM

emily jane, Manders, exactly. Thank you.

Posted by: mlh at January 13, 2006 10:58 AM

Brian, a good site to find use books is www.addall.com, as it searches many used book sites at once. As of yesterday there were several copies available at pretty reasonable prices.

Apologies for getting commercial on the blog, Jeremy. I simply had no other way to contact Brian.

Posted by: Neil at January 13, 2006 12:27 PM

i talk to god like i would talk to my best friend... which means that sometimes i call him dude. and sometimes i laugh my butt off at something funny he just did, and sometimes i say "thank you. you're amazing."

and sometimes i can't find the words for what a jerk i've been, so i just say, "pleasehelpi'mdyingwithoutyou."

Posted by: amyd at January 13, 2006 01:31 PM

Really, both husband and wife are guilty of bringing the present-cultural view of life and love into the bedroom! It's stuck in our subconsious; we can't help it. At the same time, we can at least admit we do it (follow cultural idea-trends) and either repent or embrace it with gusto.

On the matter of reading pre-Marriage books, I don't see how you could be content with reading and recommending just One, as if it were 2nd only to the Bible on the subject. We need the variety of many men's views if only to recognise, after all, their similarities.

Posted by: kelly at January 13, 2006 04:28 PM

Kelly, yes, of course, sin is hardly ever unilateral. This is just a brief snippet of a look at one side. And it's possible that I miscommunicated; I've read handsfull of books on the subject of marriage, so I'm neither recommending just this one nor would be content to do so were I asked for a recommendation. I mentioned the book only because it's responsible for the specific point I was making and I didn't want to be accused of plagiarism.

Posted by: jeremy at January 13, 2006 04:58 PM
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