praying brain/permission to be human, a.k.a. sensory
As a younger believing pray-er I got it into my skull that sensory input during prayer was somehow verboten. Even though I read the Bible through my eyes, uttered words that I could hear with my ears, nevertheless, somehow the use of the senses was restricted, or so I assumed. But life beats you up, and it either softens or hardens you, and either way it tends to wear you out, until you’re ready to loose your grip on some unexamined assumptions. So several years ago, I began to “cheat” in prayer by using my senses more intentionally. Lighting a candle, and, looking at the flame. Playing some background music that lifted my heart or calmed my nerves. Don’t make fun of me, but I found a bar of soap with myrhh and some of the other biblical oils in it. And kept it nearby for prayer. Because we’re permitted to be human while praying.
We’re permitted to be human while praying, what a concept! And the senses are part of being human. The praying brain is the receiving and integrating and perceiving center for the data streaming in through the senses. Smell, in particular, is associated closely with the memory function of the brain, as well as the limbic system, the emotional center. Music stimulates a part of the brain that God is very much interested in touching. Don’t you think? Don’t you think there’s something mystical about fire? That fire (the flame of a candle) evokes something in the human brain that makes it more open to God?
Be careful though. I lit a candle in prayer, and then took some time afterward to write something in my laptop. And the phone rang, and I set the laptop down on the table in front of my chair. And came back ot the acrid smell of flame on plastic. Burned a hole in the back of my powerbook. Turned upside down, it did look a little like one of those images of mary that appears from time to time on a church wall or a tree….or maybe Jesus….or probably not. There’s a part of my brain that wasn’t functioning that day, obviously.![]()













February 25th, 2008 at 5:09 am
…yeah, the acrid smell of burning plastic probably isn’t quite the incense you were aiming at…
i have a friend who has been trained in doing icons, the ancient way using shells for her dishes and mixing the colours like they did back then…she is an amazing artist, and her icons have evoked this prayerful worship when i have meditated upon them…sometimes art speaks and provokes at a level that words fall short of…
February 25th, 2008 at 8:11 am
Amen to that, brother! I’m loving my scented candles, incense, and spacey music. Definitely helps me dial things down–in a way that doesn’t make me sleepy.
I haven’t burned anything down yet, but have discovered that the incense burner I have is WAY too strong for a small office, or even a small house. Scented candles are nice, but not quite the right smell…
I’d probably smoke a pipe if I could get away with it!
February 25th, 2008 at 9:12 am
My son has Asperger’s, and the word Sensory is a daily part of our life. We spend every day looking for sensory input for him and we now know that our brains just don’t work well without sensory input. It always boggles me that people would think that even though God built us to need sensory input, he’d only want to work through one avenue, and not through the senses he designed us with. I was lucky enough to have Dave Nixon teach me about this a few years ago–I have a scented box near my prayer area, with a lovely view of a tree that birds love to play in. I believe God brings those birds every morning to sing me songs and focus my attention on him, the creator of such magnificent creatures.
February 29th, 2008 at 11:39 am
ken, check out this article from the boston globe, it pauses me in order to ponder both my own expectations and how those expectations can alter my sensory endeavours…thought-provoking:
http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/02/24/grape_expectations/?page=full
March 1st, 2008 at 6:00 pm
steve, great article….reminds me of Jesus saying to people “your faith has saved/healed you…”; that has to have been part of it….ken
March 25th, 2008 at 4:14 am
thank you, man