Dear CLC Family,
I hope the following Reflection on prayer helps you move beyond gratitude to our great God to asking in adoration of Him.

His Exhibitions of Sparkling Virtuosity C.S. Lewis understood that in allowing ourselves to fully experience and enjoy the pleasures of the world around us as God intended, we are giving him both thanksgiving and praise. Lewis writes in his book Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer. I have tried. . . to make every pleasure into a channel of adoration. I don't mean simply by giving thanks for it. One must of course give thanks, but I mean something different. How shall I put it? We can't -- or I can't -- hear the song of a bird simply as a sound. Its meaning or message ('That's a bird') comes with it inevitably -- just as one can't see a familiar word in print as a merely visual pattern. The reading is as involuntary as the seeing. When the wind roars I don't just hear the roar; I 'hear the wind.' In the same way it is possible to 'read' as well as to 'have' a pleasure. Or not even 'as well as.' The distinction ought to become, and sometimes is, impossible; to receive it and to recognize its divine source are a single experience. This heavenly fruit is instantly redolent of the orchard where it grew. This sweet air whispers of the country from whence it blows. It is a message. We know we are being touched by a finger of that right hand at which there are pleasures for evermore. There need be no question of thanks or praise as a separate event, something done afterwards. To experience the tiny theophany is itself to adore. Gratitude exclaims, very properly, 'How good of God to give me this.' Adoration says, 'What must be the quality of the Being whose far-off and momentary coruscations are like this!' One's mind runs back up the sunbeam to the sun. I could always be what I am at being no pleasure would be too ordinary or too usual for such reception; from the first taste of the air when I look out of the window--one's whole cheek becomes a sort of palate--down to one's soft slippers at bed-time. I don' always achieve it. One obstacle is inattention. another is the wrong kind of attention. One could, if one practiced, hear simply a roar and not the roaring-of-the-wind. In the same way, only far too easily, one can concentrate on the pleasure as an event in one's own nervous system -- subjectify it -- and ignore the smell of Deity that hangs about it. A third obstacle is greed. Instead of saying, 'This also is Thou,' one may say the fatal word Encore. There is also conceit; the dangerous reflection that not everyone can find God in a plain slice of bread and butter, or that others would condemn as simply 'grey' the sky in which I am delightedly observing such delicacies of pearl and dove and silver. What sparkling flashes of God's wit and brilliance--His coruscations--have caused your mind today to run back up the sunbeam to the sun and given you cause to give thanks and to worship the Lord?   "As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy." 1 Timothy 6:17 (ESV)