September 4, 2026 - Meditation

O. Alan Noble is a professor at Baylor University and a writer. He maintains a Substack blog and his wide reading as an English prof is helpful. Here he is writing about distractions that violate our interiority as believers. I struggle with this in prayer and elsewhere: way, way too many onslaughts, everywhere, to what I call quietude and reflection. And I am writing this in a (not busy at all) airport at 8:45, on my way to Atlanta and then Fort Meyers, FL for the weekend. Here is a quote:

And roughly the same practice is applicable for intrusive thoughts, except I don’t think it’s necessary to ask for forgiveness for thoughts that are purely random and are actually undesirable. They aren’t coming from the heart as secret desires. They are coming from the mind as worst case scenarios. So I think your task is to acknowledge and return to the present moment.

The other recommendation I have on lust is the prayer I’ve included in books and written about at length years ago here. If you find someone attractive and feel overwhelmed by that, I recommend this prayer: “Thank you God for their beauty and that it is not mine to enjoy. Thank you for Your beauty and that it is mine to enjoy for eternity.”

In other words, don't live in guilt and shame. God's forgiveness is so much grander than we can fathom.

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