What the Theologians Knew About Prayer
Abraham Joshua Heschel once wrote, “Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.” That line has always stayed with me. He meant, I think, that prayer begins where words run out, where answers fail, where the world no longer makes sense and something inside us still refuses to go numb. Prayer, for Heschel, wasn’t passive. It wasn’t a way to flee the world. It was a form of resistance.
“To pray is to stake one’s life on the hope that God is still listening,” he wrote, “and that we are still worthy of being heard.” That’s not escapism—that’s courage. And it’s deeply Jewish.
When Heschel marched with Dr. King in Selma, he said, “I felt my legs were praying.” That wasn’t a metaphor. For him, prayer wasn’t separate from action. It was what gave action its soul. A protest march and a psalm could both be liturgy. A cry for justice is a form of prayer.
Rabbi Joseph B. Soloveitchik, one of the great Modern Orthodox thinkers of the 20th century, saw prayer not as a tool to change God’s will but to align ourselves with it. In his view, the goal of prayer is not to control outcomes, but to grow in clarity. Not to win a cosmic negotiation, but to realign our lives with a moral vision. “We do not pray in order to change God,” he wrote, “but in order to change ourselves.”
Maimonides, ever the rationalist, took an equally compelling view. In The Guide for the Perplexed, he warns against seeing prayer as a supernatural transaction. Instead, he frames it as ethical cultivation. For Maimonides, the act of praying—especially with discipline and intention—shapes the intellect, elevates the soul, and refines the emotions. Prayer is not about divine mechanics; it’s about human development.
None of these theologians were interested in magical thinking. They were interested in moral formation. And they understood that prayer—when done right—is one of the most powerful tools we have to cultivate compassion, humility, and hope.
But there is also a danger. When prayer becomes performative, when emotion is mistaken for authenticity, when tears replace values, prayer can become a spiritual selfie—something beautiful but ultimately narcissistic. That’s why Jewish prayer is always embedded in a wider context: the community, the calendar, the covenant.
The Siddur is not just a collection of words. It’s a map. It points us toward a larger story. A story of people who dared to long for redemption in the face of exile, who recited psalms in burning ghettos, who whispered Shema in hospital beds and on battlefields and in quiet morning kitchens.
Even the daily structure of prayer teaches something radical. Shacharit. Mincha. Ma’ariv. Morning, afternoon, evening. Not once a week. Not once a year. Why? Because transformation is not a single moment. It is a habit of soul. You pray not because you’ve figured it all out, but because you are still trying.
And that’s the point. To pray is not to express certainty. It is to admit complexity. To live in the tension between what is and what ought to be. To name our failures and still believe in our worth. To recognize our smallness and still trust that we matter.
Theologians like Heschel, Soloveitchik, and Maimonides weren’t interested in prayer as performance. They were interested in prayer as protest, as practice, as transformation. And they invite us to see prayer not as retreat from the world—but as preparation to engage it more fully.
Prayer won’t fix everything. But it will change the one who prays.
And sometimes, that’s enough to begin.
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