July 13, 2009
In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed. Mark 1:35
I love the mornings. I'm not so keen on getting up while it is still dark - I love praying with the sun just rising and the light slowing increasing. For me, this is sacred time and I guard it pretty closely (as my intimates will tell you).
Sometimes it is dark but it is not morning. It's the phone call that causes the sun to go behind a cloud. It's the self-anger that causes me to lash out, unprovoked, at my close ones. It's the reminder that living also means dying.
Whether it's morning or whether it's dark, I don't think that I am alone when I pray.
When or where do you pray?