August 30, 2023
“Fiddling with Our Roku”: A Prayer
O Lord, as I was fiddling with our Roku digital media player
the other day, attempting to get it to
work,
do what commanded,
respond to the remote,
not having the remotest idea
what I was doing,
pressing every button,
unplugging it, plugging it back in,
trying every suggestion online sites suggested,
but no luck,
and after
fiddling with it some more
for an hour or so one evening and next,
yet still
not working,
not obeying,
not responding,
I began to wonder
what did people do with their time before,
before they had to spend it
fiddling with Roku,
fiddling with computers,
fiddling with i-phones,
fiddling with watches,
fiddling with ZOOM and
other apps;
I began to wonder
if that’s why
less time
for others,
for children,
for relationships,
so busy
fiddling;
I began to wonder
if people figure fiddling,
fiddling with this,
fiddling with that,
simply necessary
because
to keep the devices
love,
addicted to,
can’t live without,
working,
obeying,
responding,
seems to require
fiddling, no
fiddle-free device out there;
or maybe
people don’t realize
what they’re doing, that they’re
fiddling away time,
fiddling away life,
fiddling away whatever left of
their time,
their life,
no matter
what age they are.
Fiddle-dee-dee, Lord, that’s what I got to thinking about, I got to
thinking about thinking, for starters;
having time to think,
think things through, how
time spent fiddling around could have been spent
thinking about things that matter; and
got to thinking about
having actual conversations,
not verbal war games with
opinions lobbed like grenades,
views bombarding like bombs,
judgements fired off like bullets,
but
thoughtful conversations, how
time spent fiddling away time could have been spent
gaining insight, fresh perspective, re-thinking
thoughts needing re-thinking;
got to thinking about
being with others,
not preoccupied,
not miles away,
not absent though present,
but fully present,
listening,
responding,
together, how
time spent fiddling with decidedly distracting devices
could have been spent
with those we love; and
got to thinking about
fiddling with
Christianity,
fiddling
to make it
more
attractive,
marketable,
easy,
less
demanding,
costly,
hard; and
fiddling with
the Church,
fiddling with
services and music and styles,
fiddling with
fads fast fading;
got to thinking about
time wasted
fiddling.
And that got me thinking, O Lord, that if anything needs fiddling with
it is us, and that’s my prayer,
that you would
keep fiddling with us
until at last
we work the way we should;
until at last
we respond to you with faith and devotion;
until at last
we obey your commands;
keep fiddling with us,
adjusting our love until
we love what we should love;
fixing our hearts until
they are fixed on you;
fine-tuning our minds until
we think as you would have us think;
regulating our behavior until
our actions glorify you;
correcting our beliefs until
our hope rests on you;
keep fiddling with us
until at last
you get us
right.
And speaking of fiddling, O Lord, I keep fiddling with this part of
the prayer so that it doesn’t sound like same old, same old;
but no matter what I do, it always does. And so
I pray that somehow these words would be
spoken afresh, heard afresh, with our plea
that you would heal and mend
those who are ill or battling disease;
that you comfort and console
those who are suffering or hurting;
that you lift in hope
those who despair
and the hungry, the homeless, refugees everywhere. And
even though we might fiddle with prayers,
let us never fiddle our way out of
being there for them.
O Lord, talk about embarrassing, it was the batteries, bad batteries,
never once dawning on me to check the batteries
until our daughter Jennie stopped by and
asked if I had checked them;
so much time wasted
fiddling with our Roku,
fiddling with things
we once never fiddled with, things
we once easily lived without, things
we once did not need nor ever dreamed we would;
and so,
grace us with the strength
to spend our time with what
truly can’t live without,
truly do need,
family,
friends,
you.
Amen.