Today’s post is from Intern Pastor Brandon Newton:
As we celebrate All Saints’ Day, a short reflection on a living saint, my dad, and his influence on my life of faith.
As the product of a Midwestern farmer, I didn’t move far from cornfields for college. I found myself at Wartburg in Waverly, Iowa, majoring in Religion. I thought I had faith and I enjoyed working with youth, so was chasing a career in youth ministry. But as I spent more time at a college of the church, I started to ask more questions about faith. Not just faith, but going to church in general. I began to wonder if there was much point in going to church and my prayer life had reached an all-time low. I didn’t feel as connected to God through prayer and became convinced my prayers didn’t matter.
During fall break I returned home to help with harvest. Dad and I went to a nearby town to grab lunch at the bowling alley (sounds strange, I know, but in a small town the restaurant was also the bowling alley). As we left with full bellies, my dad started his rusty farm truck when another farmer ran out after him.
The farmer spoke briefly to my dad. “Can you please pray for my wife? She has surgery tomorrow and I’m really worried about her.” That was it. No more details. Perhaps farmers just know what is going on in each other’s lives or perhaps prayers don’t need to be as detailed as I sometimes think. My dad replied, “I’ll be sure to pray for her.”
That’s when it hit me. My dad prays. Outside of our common mealtime grace, I never heard my dad pray or offer prayer. But as a young adult wondering if I had faith and if there was a place for me in the church, I learned that my dad prays—and that made all the difference. My dad prays, so will I. My dad believes in God, so will I. My dad has faith and there is room for him in the church, so there is room for me.
I stuck with this whole faith thing and will just offer one lesson to readers: let your children or others catch you praying. I know that Matthew 6:6 offers a different vision by saying “but whenever you pray, go to your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.” My dad’s faith and prayer life was too secret. In the parking lot he cracked the door a little bit allowing one small glimpse into his faith and that made all the difference. I encourage you, if you are praying in secret, please leave the door cracked open a bit and let your children or others catch you praying.