Faith Works 8-24-19

Faith Works 8-24-19

Jeff Gill

 

Privacy and prayer

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I'm originally from the Chicago area, and still love reading about its history and early days.

 

Reading a book about "the middle ground" era when Native American and French and British traders and then the early American nation were in contention over the land between the Great Lakes and the Ohio, I ran across a reference to a location I had just visited this past spring, on the north side of the Chicago River, across from the Michigan Avenue bridge which stands where Fort Dearborn did in the early 1800s.

 

Of early settler John Kinzie, his home – built by earlier trader Jean Baptiste Point du Sable – after expansions was called "the Kinzie Mansion," now where the Trump building stands (which before that, if you're an old Chicago hand, was the Sun-Times Building); the Kinzie mansion is documented as having been a majestic 22 feet by 40 feet, with upstairs rooms.

 

I had to grab a tape measure and double check: my home here in Licking County is about 26 by 36 and a second floor. In 1804 terms, I live in a mansion. In historic terms, I've been told that almost any frame home in that era with window glass was called a mansion; Kinzie's glass was for inside doors, but that was good enough.

 

What really caught my attention, though, was that according to account books and journals there were normally eighteen people living in that house. I grew up in a house not much larger and there were six of us, and it felt crowded enough. Eighteen. How much privacy could anyone have had in that mansion?

 

Privacy is a relatively modern thing, at least as we understand it and expect it. There was in earlier eras an assumption of the confidentiality of a confession to a properly certified religious leader, a priest, and a confessional box was designed to give at least a modicum of enclosure and secure communications, with a separate space and curtains and such. The wonderful Aubrey and Maturin series of novels by Patrick O'Brian, set on Royal Navy ships of the early 1800s, often have the lead characters struggle to find a spot on deck, or even rowing some distance away in a small boat, in order to have a confidential exchange of views. The author regularly reminds the reader that there were really no secrets on shipboard, and what was whispered in the captain's cabin was known in the maintop before the next ringing of ship's bells.

 

There's privacy, and there's secrecy. Jesus says in Luke's Gospel "For nothing is hidden that will not be disclosed, nor is anything secret that will not become known and come to light." We might try to keep secrets that we shouldn't, and it's worth remembering that in general no secret endures. But Jesus also says about prayer "But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret." It can be a fine line.

 

In the time of the New Testament, not many people this side of Herod would have "your room," in terms of a personal, private prayer room. You'd be going into what we'd call the hall closet, or the utility shed, or the laundry room, a space used for many things, and appropriating it for a period of time.

 

But I think that's the tension involved in developing a truly vital and sustainable prayer life: the ability to share with God your deepest, innermost thoughts no matter what they are, and the knowledge that in the ultimate analysis, nothing we think will remain hidden. Not as in on the front page of the Advocate, but in the presence of the Judge of All Things.

 

There's much in our lives we aren't ready to share with anyone, so we seek out ways to keep our thoughts private and our concerns or worries or fears to ourselves. And there are those we are comfortable with who will hear things from us we'd rather not see on even page D-1 of this paper, but we'll say "if you tell anyone else I said that I'll deny it."

 

With God, there is no privacy. Which may have something to do with why so many seek to deny God, the existence of such an all-knowing One. Especially if the alternative is to just live out loud, and trust God to forgive us even if no one else does. To be who we are. In faith, we start to be that person in prayer.

 

Jeff Gill is a writer, storyteller, and pastor in Licking County; he's still not sure what he wants to be when he grows up. Tell him what privacy means to you at knapsack77@gmail.com, or follow @Knapsack on Twitter.