Prayer makes things worse. Now what?

I had a baffling prayer experience several weeks ago. I have zero training and I’m not a spiritual director of any kind! I’m just offering this up as my experience, in case you’re facing something similar. Here is what happened when, for once, I wasn’t mad at God or feeling alienated or anything like that, and yet my prayer life was still a disaster.

For once, I had gotten a decent amount of sleep, I had a manageable amount of work ahead of me, and I had just dropped the kids off at school, and so, feeling fresher and more ambitious than I had in some time, I realized that the 20-minute drive home was the perfect time to say my morning prayers like a good Catholic for once in my life. So I launched in, starting with a morning offering and then working my way through a rosary, offering up a Hail Mary for each of my family members. Now what could be wrong with that?

What was wrong was that by the time I was done, I was a wreck. My heart was pounding, my breath was ragged and shallow, and my stomach was in painful knots. Every time I said a Hail Mary, I brought my intentions to the Blessed Mother, and that meant putting into words my worries and fears about everyone I loved. And I have a lot of worries and fears, lately. So putting all of it into words was like diving into a pit. I made a few feeble attempts to say, ” . . . and I offer all of this up to God!” but it was too late. By the time I got up to the final “amen,” my peace of mind was absolutely shattered, and it had come about through prayer, of all things.

This does not usually happen to me. Usually, prayer is the one way I have some shot at grounding my day and finding some peace; and usually, intercessory prayer is my main form of prayer that leads into all other kinds of prayer. I start with intercessory prayer because, yes, it helps me know I’ve done my job and brought other people to Jesus, but it also because it brings me to a place of peace where I can dwell on God’s goodness and mercy, and ask forgiveness for my share, and thank him for the gifts He has already given us, and I can make acts of hope and faith and all kinds of salutary virtues.

 

For me, for better or worse, all kinds of prayer naturally begins with intercessory prayer: Just telling God what I need, for myself and for other people, and asking Him for help, in simple conversation, like I’d talk to anyone. That’s always worked for me, or at least it hasn’t hurt. But not this time!

It was alarming, to say the least. It was like finding out that fruits and vegetables are actually poisoning you, or a good night’s sleep will make you weak and exhausted, or oxygen is damaging your lungs. If prayer was going to make me fall apart, now what was I supposed to do?

The first thing I did was to allow myself to take this problem seriously, and not just yell at myself to snap out of it. While it’s true that the purpose of prayer is not to elicit a specific emotional response, and you’re not guaranteed a sensation of peace when you pray, it’s also true that emotional distress is real distress, worth paying attention to. If prayer does elicit a powerful emotional response that’s harmful to you, you shouldn’t just ignore that. It’s worth taking seriously.

One way of taking it seriously is to simply to not do much intercessory prayer right now. There are lots of other kinds of prayer, and just because I’ve always done it a certain way doesn’t mean I always should. I can focus on prayer of adoration, I can meditate, I can pray the Psalms or the Liturgy of the Hours, and so on.

Another solution would be to simply mention the names of the people I want to pray for, or even just descriptors like “my family” or “my online friends” and make an act of childlike trust that God knows exactly who I mean and exactly what they need. This is probably actually a better approach than trying to direct the Holy Spirit to pay attention to exactly the issue that I think is most important. Less yackity-yacking, and more quiet resting in Jesus, cannot possibly be a bad thing.

Another approach is to stop, take a breath, and take a closer look at why I’m having such a strong emotional response to articulating the needs of everyone around me. Obviously it’s because I care about them, but it may also be a sign that (like so many people right now) I’ve reached some kind of breaking point.

Maybe I’m feeling guilt over how I’m responding to them, or feeling like I’ve caused some of these problems; maybe I’m just overwhelmed at how much need there is. Either way, this distress is a real kind of suffering, and it means I need healing, too. So I could present my shattered, anxious self to the Holy Spirit and ask for guidance and healing for myself, along with the people I’m praying for. Ask to meet Jesus right there, in the suffering of anxiety and vulnerability.

I do know that the answer cannot be to stop praying. I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but this year I did decide that I was going to spend some time in prayer every single day, even if it was literally only for a few seconds.

Sometimes bad things happen when we pray, but we can learn from it. Nothing good can come from deciding not to pray. So that’s the one thing I’m not going to do. 

One more thing: What I experienced was relatively mild, manageable, easy to get over; and I was pretty sure that my problems had to do with how I was dealing with my own life, and not so much to do with my current relationship with God. But it gave me a little window into something I’ve heard about often enough, but maybe haven’t taken seriously enough: Christians who have such painful associations with being in church that the whole thing feels unendurable. I don’t mean the “boo hoo, I had to learn the definition of original sin and now I have religious trauma” crowd; I mean people who genuinely thirst for God but have been given gall over and over again in His name. I’m not in a pastoral position and it’s rarely my job to figure out how to directly help someone in this situation; but I do know that I can do my part not to create situations like this. If I’m going to be known as a Catholic, I am always, to some degree, speaking or acting on behalf of the Church. That’s just a fact. And it should make me careful how I speak and act. The person in the pew next to me may be just barely hanging on, so I can at very least refrain from shoving them further away.

Anyway, this is by no means the first time my prayer life has been bitter and unpleasant; but it’s probably the first time I’ve resolved to see it through anyway, rather than just quitting and running away. My prayer life has gotten much quieter and stiller, but at the same time more persistent, and that feels like a very good thing. It’s definitely what’s right for me right now.  I think many of us wildly overestimate how much we need to do and say in prayer, and wildly underestimate how much we need to just be there, be available, and be patient. 

 

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A version of this essay was originally published March 1, 2022 in The Catholic Weekly.

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4 thoughts on “Prayer makes things worse. Now what?”

  1. “many of us wildly overestimate how much we need to do and say in prayer, and wildly underestimate how much we need to just be there, be available, and be patient.” Sort of like mothering, isn’t it?

  2. Dear wonderful Simcha–

    I was deeply moved by your article, and I pray you see this experience through to the end.

    I have been deeply puzzled about intercessory prayer for decades, so maybe I should shut up. But let me offer a thought, and then you take it with a bucket of salt.

    Sometimes I ask God to help me understand something. Then a day later I have a really good idea. Did God answer my prayer? I dunno. I’m a Catholic, and I am very very uncomfortable when anyone — myself included, myself especially — says, “Then God said to me …” Still, I asked, and then I got an answer, and so I say thanks. But did God say XYZ, or just give me a good mind?

    I dunno. Actually, I think that’s a false dichotomy. What’s the difference between getting a fish and a getting a fishing rod? Say thanks! Grace builds on nature; the line between the two isn’t sharp.

    When a perein says they “give a problem to God,” what does that mean? I hear that a lot, and it sounds cool, but I am not sure I know what they are talking about.

    My limited experience is slow. I talk to God. Then sometime later, I have a good idea. I’m pretty sure that sometimes (maybe often, but lemme say sometimes at least) there’s a connection: this was a plain Q&A. But it took a day or two, or ten.

    Or maybe three years. In 1972, I started talking to God about abortion and war. But I kept getting distracted: I git really angry. So I struggled to calm down, then tried again: what do you want me to do about war and abortion. Anger, rinse, repeat. After about three years, I slowly woke up to the possibility that the anger was not a distraction; maybe it was a part of God’s response. Maybe anger isn’t always evil. Maybe it’s got a place. It has to be channeled, but it does help get things done, sometimes. In retrospect, I think I asked God a,question, and he responded, and I thought his response was a distraction.

    What about Ukraine, God? I am really angry at Putin. Maybe that’s a Q&A — not complete, but on point. That’s not a full response, but it’s a start, a significant detail.

    Anyway, you laid out 50 questions, problems. And you are upset. He didn’t kick you for asking; he let you realize that you were deeply upset already, underneath. That’s a good step. Keep at it.

    Maybe prioritize. Maybe ask about the worst, and give him time to answer. Not because he’s kinda slow and stupid, but because we are.

    I’m sorry you’re upset. But I am tranquilly certain that good will come of it.

    (What a pompous ass I am. But maybe you’re smart enough and sweet enough to pull a flower out of the puckey-pile.)

  3. Had an experience during lent of total breakdown, and one thing that came out of it for me was how much I need consoling…and how reluctant I am to look for that or accept it from God. It’s almost like He’s been desperately wanting to comfort me for a long time, but I had to get to a place where I absolutely couldn’t say “I’m fine” to allow him to do that.

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