"Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for He is our God and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care." (Psalm 95:6-7a)
Wow, I'm glad this project is over! I had my doubts, when we started. But now that it's finished, I'm surely glad our Deacons included an altar in the redesign of our old church sanctuary.
I really missed having an altar. You may called me a religious dinosaur, if you wish. Having grown up in the Old Time Religion times, I actually missed having one. So I'll just sit here awhile and admire our work. Seeing this work of art gives me an feeling of serenity. In fact, I think I'll be the first to dedicate it, by simply kneeling for a short prayer.
After getting up from the altar, I suddenly found myself in a different place, not in our church sanctuary, but in front of a rather large church facility. And as if by the divine pulling of my spirit, the next thing I knew was I found myself inside the church vestibule.
If that wasn't strange enough, what followed was even more outlandish. All of a sudden, I was met in the atrium by a well mannered gentleman dressed in a full religious cleric's tunic and robe.
I'm surely glad I took Latin in college. For he spoke it rather well.
"Hello, my child, I have been waiting for you. Come on in and join me in prayer," greeting me with a slight divinely inspired grin.
As we entered the sanctuary, I found myself in the midst of a full house of worshipers. What was so unusual about this setting was that the church altar was full of kneelers. And throughout the sanctuary worshipers were also kneeling at their seats or pews.
Kneeling on bended knee, some of the attendees worshiped quietly in prayer, others joined in softly singing, others prayed out loud, while others raised holy hands. It was a nice sight to behold, all these people in a full worship mode.
"You look rather bewildered, my son. What seems to be the matter?" he asked.
"Well, to be frank, this activity is somewhat unusual. Why all the kneeling? What's the purpose for this kneeling?" I responded.
That's when this kindly ordained gentleman began his spiritual dissertation. And what a critique it was!
"Listen my son. When you kneel and worship God, you are ushered into His presence, that Holy place where you and God are alone and the world and all its noises are shut out," he explained. "To kneel is to lower yourself or humble yourself in the presence of the glory of God. The kneeling is an act of submission, for His work in your life. They are simply kneeling before their Creator in thankfulness." (Psalm 75:1)
"And It is only when you kneel and worship God in His presence, in spirit and truth, is when you are free in the spirit to rest in God’s presence. So today is a day to kneel down and worship God. It is in His presence where all the worries and cares of everyday life are burned and consumed by God’s presence and power," he concluded. And with that brief explanation, I was led to kneel, as was the nice clergyman. As we knelt, I suddenly felt a quiet calm come over me. It was a peace like I had never felt before.
"Well, all I can say, Sir, is that simply lowering myself in humble prayer seems to instantly change my life, from the inside out," I observed.
"Yes, my son. It's God's nature to bless. And by our kneeling, we come to humble ourselves before our Creator. Throughout the Bible, we see proof of submission through kneeling prayer," he answered.
"Well, again you are surely right. I just never thought of prayer that way. It's all about our submission and humbling ourselves before Him, isn't it? Sir, sir, where are you? Why have you left me all of a sudden?" I cried out in despair.
Not only had he suddenly disappeared, but so had the people and the church surroundings. That is when I suddenly found myself waking up lying across the newly built altar staring straight up into the face of my beloved pastor.
"Oh please forgive me, Pastor, for lying here across your newly built altar. I must have been more tired than I realized," I explained.
"That's quite all right, my son, you seemed to be at peace in your dream world. Besides, I really enjoyed your dream conversation. I think I'll use your comments in my next Sunday sermon on prayer," he replied.
"Am I still dreaming pastor? You surely resemble the clergyman in my dream."
"No, my son, believe me you are more awake now than you ever have been during my sermons," laughing rather profusely.
Yes, that's how it all ended on that blissful day. A day, or should I say a dream, that will live in memory. A day I'll never ever forget. What a lesson learned! Amen!
But who was that nice man? Where did he come from and where did he go? Well, I feel I got the answer, as my pastor was true to his word. His next Sunday sermon was in complete detail, word for word describing my dream. What about that!
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Growing up in the Old Time Religion atmosphere, to kneel and pray in church was a common practice. It wasn't out of the ordinary to see our church members kneeling by their seats or pews during prayer time. In fact, our church actually referred to the prayer service as "Knee Drills."
In our little church, which we previously attended, the pastor would announce that the altar was open for volunteer prayer, as we had our Sunday morning prayer time. Of course, this was a small church and the altar was rather convenient to the congregation.
And even in today's society, many churches practice kneeling prayer. One large local church's former pastor referred to the Sunday morning prayer time as "Doing the work of the church" as he would kneel on the front platform.
Another rather large church's pastor, in a neighboring state, oftentimes will kneel, for the Sunday morning prayer time.
So kneeling for church prayer is still practiced, not with standing so that we can go to prayer at any time and in any way. There just seems to be a certain holiness in kneeling prayer.
IN CONCLUSION (Taken from allaboutprayer.com)