This morning I bought a stack of old sheet music at a garage sale. I’m always on the look-out for music since my sister Susan, who plays the piano, lost all of her music in their house fire several years ago.
When I got home and went through the stack I found this lovely piece “I said my pajamas and put on my prayers.” Apparently it was recorded by Victor Records in the 1950’s by Tony Martin and Fran Warren. The lyrics go:
“My babby kissed me goodnight, and I am glad to relate, That by the time I got home, I was feeling great! I climbed up the door and opened the stairs; I said my pajamas and put on my prayers; I turned off the bed, and crawled into the light and all because you kissed me good night.”
As I smiled at the whimsical lyrics, I got to thinking about the theology of “putting on my prayers.” Here’s a good question I might ask myself after praying. “I’ve said my prayers, but have I put them on?” By that I mean have I taken ownership for what I’ve just prayed, not just leaving them as wishful words but as a beginning of a journey that will take me to the answer God has in mind.  I could even find myself ”crawling into the light” as I slowly move toward an understanding of where God is leading me. Â
I’ve never heard this song before and I can’t carry a tune, but I really like this song. It mixes up our perceptions of everyday life, showing how love can make our ordinary life a new realm filled with surprising discovery.Â