In prayer

Making a prayer on your own in a train is fairly difficult (I didn't manage to try it). However at 6.30pm I was at home and it felt just wrong not to have the evening prayer - even if it was just me. So I upgraded my livingroom-chapel and sat down for prayer. Then I realised.

In prayer, we are still connected together, even if we cannot hear the other voices being sung.

In prayer, we are all united with God, no matter where we are, no matter the distance.

In prayer, from the very beginning we connected, without requiring any direct contact.

In prayer, we laid the foundation of our community life, and when things got rough, they could be healed in prayer.

In prayer, we found each other, despite our differences, despite our likenesses.

In prayer, we received the strength and love to reach out and welcome others to prayer.

In prayer, we connected even with people unknown, who would come to us afterwards and tell us what moved them deeply and personally.

In prayer, we encountered God, we encountered one another, we encountered others still, we encountered ourself.

In prayer, a shared silence could express a thousand warm feelings. It could give me love, peace, joy, liberation; all without a single word, a single movement.

In prayer, we are still connected.
And I am incredibly thankful for that.

(Kristien)