Sunday, March 7, 2010

My dearest God,

I saw what you saw this morning at church. I watched a young father carrying his infant son with him as he stood in line to take Holy Communion and then kneel at the rail for prayer. Moments later I observed his wife join him as she knelt beside her husband, wove her hand in his and took hold of her baby's foot. As the child played in his father's arms, the parents prayed.

As I zoomed in on this family picture, I was drawn to you. It was almost as if you stood just behind them with your own arms around them. Of course, you smiled.

How different would life look if every family prayed like this? What kind of shift would take place in the world? How would people be changed, a world change?

As I consider my own attitudes and behaviors and think back, I believe I would have been better suited by praying on my knees more often. Perhaps my life and the lives of others may have been rearranged. Per chance those for whom I had responsibility to pray would be better off now. While I am certain I am not you with mysterious powers, I do know I have the power of prayer. I believe my prayers somehow join others to make a significant difference. If each prayer could carry a light and those lights could somehow become visible at any point in time, there would be a light show never to be compared.

As I think about it, you did provide a light show for me last October when the light points of prayer joined together at the center and scattered in every direction. I saw it plain as day and it dramatically altered my thinking...and my life.

Do other people
see the things
I see?
Do visions
of loveliness
come to
all the
human family?
Does prayer
open doors
for the future,
even for
the present?
Does your light
shine in
every darkness,
giving renewed vision
and hope
to all?
Does every person
have the
same ability
to let go
of preconceived ideas
and notions
and turn
to you
for guidance?
Does each person
carry a desire
to rise
to a
higher level
of existence
widening the scope
of human experience?
Can every individual
meet you?

Love, Andrea