The other day, my daughter called me on the carpet. She was in town for the weekend and attended Cambridge Drive Church. During lunch she raised a bunch of good questions about the direction of the church but the most important ones had to do with prayer, with imagination, and with intentions... and I think the three are tied together in an intimate way.
We're listening to Orson Scott Card's book, Xenocide, in the car. It is an interesting and philosophical read - indeed, some folk have complained that it is too philosophical and needs more action. In the book the Hive Queen describes the way new queens are formed as an imagining of what could be and a calling into the chaos for something to come and give shape to the pattern imagined. In some ways, it recalls the New Agey idea of dreaming something hard enough and it happens. It got me thinking about the role imagination plays in prayer... and how intentions are lived out when we have the courage to imagine them as real, present them to God, and live them out.
I have to admit that I've not had a very fertile imagination lately. Cynicism has been more likely to hold sway in my heart than wonder and expectation. That's not good. It isn't helpful to the folk who are members at CDCC and it isn't helpful for those who need just the kind of community we are and should be becoming. So... my task is to get imagining... to get intending... to get praying... and to see God's yearnings for us - wonderful, beautiful yearnings - filled full.