B is for Bön and for Barmhärtig
Bön (pronounced boen) is Swedish for prayer, request, appeal, entreaty, plea
or supplication. The verb ‘be’ translates
as ask, beg, request, entreat, implore, plead, pray, offer a prayer, say a
prayer.
As a child I was taught to say my prayers. This
activity mainly consisted of asking God to bless mummy, daddy, grandma ... and
so on. The fact that I asked God for something must have meant that even at
that tender age I believed in some kind of higher or mystical power.
Prayer was not a strange phenomenon to me. Until the
age of 14 I was forced to accompany my mother to church on a Sunday. As no
choice was presented, I amused myself by inspecting ladies’ hats, perusing the
hymn book, or playing silently (and sometimes not so silently...) with my young
brother (who was also forced to attend). The vicar’s call to prayer meant
bowing one’s head, reciting the Lord’s Prayer, saying the Creed, or receiving
the final blessing.
At the age of 14, and the news that mother had
enrolled me in confirmation classes, I rebelled. I was a stubborn child, and there
was absolutely no way that the theatre of church was going to be prolonged. Mother
gave in, and soon after that left the church herself. What a relief that was!
Until I discovered Quakers in my early twenties, I
searched for an expression of God that I felt comfortable with. I found this in
nature, in our garden, walking in the Yorkshire Dales or locally in the fields
close to our house. In the outdoors God has always felt close, and there, prayer
has come quite naturally to me – not just as requests, appeals or the like, but
also as thanks for blessings received, for the beauty of the surroundings and
for the wonders of nature. I often send out arrow prayers – for someone, for
myself, for guidance in a particular situation. Perhaps this is what Paul was
getting at when he encouraged people to ‘pray without ceasing’. It is being in
an attitude of prayer that matters, not the constant petitioning.
Since becoming a Quaker, prayer has been a rather private
affair. It is rare for someone to pray, out loud, in Meeting for Worship. A
Swedish Friend who died recently was an exception. His legacy of a book of
prayers written by him to God, his loving Father, is a treasure to treasure....
and a reminder to dare to pray out loud.
I cannot think of Bön
without linking it to Barmhärtig (pronounced
barmhaertig), which means merciful, compassionate, charitable. In my own
prayers – and indeed in my attitude towards others – I also need to be merciful,
compassionate and charitable. If I remember that, I can reflect what God
constantly reveals to, and bestows on, me.
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