Wednesday, July 15, 2009


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?

1 comment:

  1. in the car, on 26, that moment when I start down the mountain and all of south carolina stretches out in front of me. It always takes my breath away and reminds me to pray.