I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
little boats of prayer
It is consoling to remember that there are old and feeble
nuns in forgotten convents who live out their days by creating little boats of
prayer to ferry nourishment to a hungry world.
John
O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes, p.212
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prayer is not
manipulation
or coercing God
It is not dishonest
(Ok sometimes it is, but God can sort that – and us - out)
It always comes from the soul
(at least I think it must)
It can be joyful or sad
Angry or thankful
It can anything that we think or feel
anything, can be sent toward the Sacred
It can be how we act
For all of life can become a prayer
Mostly it is connection
Through prayer the God in us
connects with the God who is in every place
every object
every person
every moment
our prayers are the way
we feel God
it is the way God feels what we feel
it is how we receive and send
compassion and love
nourishment
forgiveness
hope
it is God sharing
Sacred presence with us
And us
Sharing that same presence with others
We do not have to have the right words
There is no approved formula
There are no “professional” prayers
In this world
Just people willing to join with the Sacred,
and then share the Sacred
through thought, attitude, action deed
It is in the sharing
It is in the sending of those little boats of love
It is in through the sharing itself
That comes the knowing
The loving
The healing the
Hoping
Here’s to those nuns!
And to all
Who faithfully pray!
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