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                  Recognizing 
                    God's Presence in Our Every Experience 
                     
                    by 
                    Sylvia Maddox 
                     
                 
                 
                   
                    Thanks 
                      be to Thee, O God, that I have risen today, 
                      To the rising of this life itself; 
                      May it be to Thine own glory, O God of every gift 
                      And to the glory of my soul likewise.1 
                   
                 
                 
                   
                    This 
                      exuberant prayer of greeting the new day with joy and dedication 
                      invites us into the immediacy of the Celtic Christian prayer 
                      tradition. Celtic prayer is at the heart of Celtic Spirituality. 
                      To pray these prayers coming from the Celtic lands of Ireland, 
                      Scotland, and Wales one is drawn into the mystery of God’s 
                      presence in all things and the joy of expressing that presence 
                      in a pattern of praise and blessing. The prayers passed 
                      down from before the 12th century and continuing in the 
                      oral tradition today are like faraway songs that continue 
                      to sing in the hearts of all who long for prayer and life 
                      to be woven together. 
                    My 
                      interest in Celtic prayer came at a critical junction in 
                      my own spiritual journey. I had just begun to discover the 
                      great contemplative writers of the Christian tradition. 
                      I loved the call to “be still and know” and 
                      the experience of God’s presence in silence and solitude. 
                      I looked forward to morning meditations and times of retreats. 
                      All this changed, however, when I found myself the mother 
                      of two young sons and the coordinator of religious education 
                      at our local church.  
                    When 
                      I’d rise early for prayer, little feet would come 
                      running in for breakfast. When I’d arrive early at 
                      work for a time of reflection, the telephone would start 
                      to ring. Like most 
                      people I tended to separate my prayer life from the other 
                      parts of my life. I was very far from the 
                      wisdom of Thomas Merton who said, "What I do is live. 
                      How I pray is breathe.” 
                    It 
                      was in this time of struggle and imbalance that a friend 
                      offered me a small book of Celtic prayers and praises. There 
                      was something in the rhythm of these prayers that reminded 
                      me of the rhythm of life. They contain an awareness of God’s 
                      presence from the rising to the setting of the sun. Entwined 
                      with the reality of living, each action of the day becomes 
                      the essence of prayer. The transcendent holy One is a close 
                      companion as one prays: 
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                      God 
                        to enfold me  
                        God to surround me, 
                        God in my speaking, 
                        God in my thinking 
                        God in my sleeping 
                        God in my waking 2 
                     
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                    Celtic 
                      ears hear God’s word spoken through the created world. 
                      The quiet earth expresses God’s peace. The river proclaims 
                      God's goodness. Like the Psalmist, one stands amazed that 
                      “the one who made the moon, made us likewise.” 
                      The sight of the new moon and the song of the morning lark 
                      become occasions of praise for the Lord of each living creature. 
                      Many of the Celtic prayers call us to look outside our window 
                      and discover the delight of an ordinary landscape transformed 
                      with a glimpse of God’s glory. Suddenly the sunset 
                      over the soccer field, the cool breeze on the walk to school 
                      become reminders that: 
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                      There 
                        is no plant in the ground 
                        But is full of God’s virtue. 
                        There is no form in the strand 
                        But it is full of God’s blessing. 
                        There is no life in the sea, 
                        There is not creature in the river, 
                        There is not in the firmament 
                        But proclaims God’s goodness. 3 
                     
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                    Praising 
                      God’s presence in creation opened my eyes to a new 
                      vision of the holy in the ordinary things of my life. 
                       
                      Many of the Celtic prayers, especially those gathered in 
                      the Highlands and Island of Scotland in the last century, 
                      are offered while people go about the daily tasks of life. 
                      In the morning a mother kindles the fire by praying: 
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                      I 
                        will kindle my fire this morning 
                        In the presence of the holy angels of heaven 
                        Without malice, without jealousy, without envy, 
                        But the Holy Son of God to shield me. 
                        God, kindle Thou in my heart within 
                        A flame of love to my neighbor, 
                        To my foe, to my friend, to my kindred all. 
                        4 
                     
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                    There 
                      are prayers for the farmer going out to sow the seeds, the 
                      weaver at the loom, the fisherman, and the crofter. Even 
                      the tools of ones work become holy if blessed and dedicated 
                      to God’s purposes. The prayer of the milkmaid is a 
                      call to recognize and claim the sacredness of our work. 
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                      Bless, 
                        O God, my little cow, 
                        Bless, O god, my desire; 
                        Bless thou my partnership 
                        And the handling of my hand. 
                        5 
                     
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                    As 
                      I began praying these prayers, I became inspired to write 
                      my own blessing prayers for the daily “handling of 
                      my hands.” In the tradition of the Celtic mothers, 
                      I blessed my children when they departed for school; I blessed 
                      my computer before I began a project; I learned to offer 
                      thanksgiving when I heard the first call of the morning 
                      dove. From 
                      Celtic prayer, I was experiencing 
                      the 
                      joyful freeing of the spirit when there is trust that everything 
                      is encircled and encompassed with God’s presence. 
                    Our 
                      yearning for God’s encircling presence is expressed 
                      uniquely in the traditional Lorica prayers of protection. 
                      The most famous of these prayers, St. Patrick’s Breastplate, 
                      invokes all of God’s gifts to accompany us on our 
                      journey.  
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                      Christ 
                        beside me, Christ before me 
                        Christ behind me, Christ within me 
                        Christ beneath me, Christ above me 
                        Christ within me. 6 
                     
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                    In 
                      this invocation, we are wrapping ourselves with the garment 
                      of Christ’s presence. This is the mystery of the incarnation 
                      in our own lives. 
                    The 
                      rhythm of this incarnate life, the ebbs and flows, the twists 
                      and turns, the darkness and the light is the rhythm of Celtic 
                      prayer. It transforms our vision, stirs us to praise, and 
                      sets us out on the journey singing: 
                   
                 
               
             
             
               
                 
                   
                     
                       
                        Be 
                          Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart 
                          Naught be all else to me, save but Thou art, 
                          Thou my best thought by day or by night 
                          Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. 
                          
                       
                     
                   
                 
               
             
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                      Copyright ©2004 Sylvia Maddox 
                       
                     
                      FOOTNOTES 
                       
                      1. 
                      Alexander Carmichael, Carmina Gadelica, Lindisfarne 
                      Press 1992, p. 188. 
                       
                      2. Carmina Gadelica, p.204 
                       
                      3. Carmina Gadelica, p. 45 
                       
                      4. Carmina Gadelica, p. 93 
                       
                      5. St. Patrick’s Breastplate, 
                      att. Patrick (372- 466) tr, Cecil Frances Alexander (1882-1885) 
                       
                       6. Irish, ca, 700 versified Mary Elizabeth 
                      Byrne (1880-1931), The Church Hymnary, Oxford University 
                      Press, 1927, (The Hymnbook 1982, p 488) 
                       
                     
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