05/31/2026
LESSONS LIVED AND LEARNED
One of the influences that the TV series The Chosen has had on me is in my prayer style. Often the Jesus character would begin prayers with “Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe .”
As I understand it, this phrase is the opening of the Shema (Deuteronomy 6:4–9), the central Jewish declaration of faith: “Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is One.”
It is a good starter, for me, into prayer. It establishes and reminds me of the nature of my relationship to God. No matter how important or how unworthy I may be feeling at the moment, it declares, up front, that God is God and that I am not.
I may have told this story once before, and, if so, I apologize. Once, when living and working in Iowa, I was driving to a youth retreat in Wisconsin. As I crossed the bridge over the Mississippi River, I noted that I was ahead of my arrival time and opted to take a break in a state park with a scenic overview.
From where I sat, I could see a mile up north on the river, down south as well, and back west into the flat farmland of Iowa. It was a rather majestic and beautiful view.
My prayer was pondering about how little and inadequate I felt in my life. There was a fair amount of spiritual groping and whining going on. It only got worse as a rather persistent mosquito began to attack me… distracting me from my prayer.
I swatted at the insect, but to no avail. I moved away to a different location, but seemingly was followed, and not left alone. My prayer opportunity was defeated and I climbed into the car to seek relief.
Finally, the lesson occurred to me in the ride down the hill from the overlook. There I was surrounded by many square miles of a view, yet all I could focus on was a mosquito smaller than an inch.
I was using all my power to gain the attention of the Good Shepherd when the Lord of all, the King of the Universe, was already all-knowing of my concerns and wants.
“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe.”It is similar with the Sign of the Cross. We place our petitions in the Name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
My prayer that evening long ago and occasions after that day when reminded by events, is: Thank you, Lord, for that mosquito.
- D. Scott Miller