Rosalind Rinker - Prayer: How to Have a Conversation with God

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PRAYER: CONVERSING WITH GOD

Copyright 1959 by Zondervan Publishing House

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10 / DH / 90 89

To
MY MOTHER
who led me to Christ

CONTENTS

I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT PRAYERS REAL PURPOSE IS TO PUT God at the center of our attention, and forget ourselves and the impression we are making on others.

The content of this book is largely autobiographical, because there was no other way to describe the intimate experiences through which God took me in learning the true meaning of prayer.

The title might have been, Matthew 18:19, 20 or When Two or Three Agree, for the book is based largely on the meaning and contents of those verses. Through a period of more than twenty-five years of my Christian life, I fought the various hindrances to prayer and finally discovered that in the very things that bothered me, lay the key to the new and wonderful lessons God had for me. As I have shared these with various groups, I have seen others find the simplicity of conversational prayer transform and light up the meaning of prayer. One group which spent most of the time singing and giving requests and only about five minutes in prayer, reversed the process and began to pray conversationally. With joyful astonishment they found they wanted to spend a whole hour praying together!

Group prayer has lost its meaning for many of us, so that any excuse is a good excuse for not going to a prayer meeting. Praying conversationally (that is, praying back and forth on a single subject until a new one is introduced by the Spirit) makes prayer such a natural means of spiritual togetherness that the healing love of God touches us all as we are in His presence. Meeting the Lord in this way brings us to the anticipated realization of what it means to be consciously with Him, and to belong to one another as brothers and sisters in Christ.

I would like to express my deep appreciation to all those who have encouraged and helped me continue my search for reality in prayer. To the missionaries with whom I worked in China, to the staff and students of Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship in America; to the Rev. Mr. Harold De Vries, Winnetka Bible Church, Winnetka, Illinois, Rev. Mr. George Wingard, First Methodist Church, Otsego, Michigan, Rev. Mr. Paris Reidhead, Gospel Tabernacle, New York City, the directors and participants of Mound Keswick, Cedar Lake and Cannon Beach Bible Conferences, for the privilege of actually testing the material in this book, my heartfelt thanks.

For her daily sharing with me in prayer and for her. encouragement and help with the manuscript, I am deeply grateful to Eugenia Price, with whom I am associated in the great adventure with God.

ROSALIND RINKER

Chicago, Illinois

August, 1959

The first one

For the first fifteen years of my Christian life, I played follow-the-leader where prayer was concerned. In my desire to be a true disciple of Jesus Christ, I somehow found myself following others instead of following Him.

My Christian life began when I was a sophomore in high school. Mother took me to a youth conference where I gave my heart and my life to Jesus Christ. In the next chapter I shall tell you some of what happened when I unconsciously began imitating other Christians. But before I began following people there was one shining moment about which I want to tell you.

On a snowy North Dakota night, I had a difficult choice to make for a girl of fifteen. In the little town where I was born, there was a party at one house and a cottage prayer meeting at another on the same night. I chose the cottage prayer meeting.

The little brown frame house was packed with people. I looked around, as teenagers do, and couldnt spot a single person my age. My first thought was to get out, but the house was too small and too crowded. Anyway, hadnt I already made my choice? And God knew, didnt He, when I asked Him where to go that Friday night, that there wouldnt be anyone my age at the meeting?

I stayed. There was a Bible reading. Then everyone knelt. So did I. Sometimes I felt I was only an onlooker. How did they know when to pray? Who told them? My heart beat faster. Should I pray, too? Where, I asked myself, did that idea come from? Me pray aloud? In front of all those people? When I was the only teenager present? Probably no one even knew I was there.

Faster and faster went my heart. The person who had been praying for some time stopped. There was silence. No. No. No! I couldnt break it! Let someone else do it. Cautiously I asked myself, who am I arguing with about this thing? Myself? Could it be that God was asking me to pray aloud in front of all these people? What difference could it make to God if I did or if I didnt?

While I was still struggling with my thoughts and my objections, an older lady began to pray. I sighed with temporary relief.

Why, I said to myself, she cant even speak English! No one can understand a word she is saying, and here she is praying where people can hear her. I listened some more. A sentence or two in German, then a smattering of English, then more German.

I withheld further judgment and listened again. Suddenly I felt my heart was being held in Gods hand. The old German lady was crying! And she wasnt ashamed to be praying or crying. And the tenderness in her voice told me that her tears were not those of frustration, but of real love for her Lord. She was speaking to Him. Not to us. And He was there. I knew it. He was there.

The rapid conversation in my heart went on: And you can speak English and you belong to God in a new way since last June and are you still afraid? That was enough. I recognized the voice of Jesus, Lover that He is. I would pray aloud, and I would speak straight to Him. I would not be afraid and I would not care if there were tears, and I would not care if my words got tangled up and I would not care if my prayer was like the others or if it wasnt. I would forget all those people and just think about Him.

And I did. Dear Lord Jesus... I heard myself praying aloud for the first time in my life. And I did cry and my words did get tangled, but it was all right. I had spoken to Him. He was there.

He had been there all the time I was arguing with myself. And He was there when I spoke to Him aloud with other people listening.

As the snow crunched under my feet that cold winter night on my way home, my heart was warm with the freshness of talking with Jesus Christ. I had met Him. I had had my first flash of insight about prayer.

Perhaps I understood as only the very young understand easily, that He meant it when He said,

... where two or three