I find myself praying a lot.
I woke up this morning, and found myself thinking, “Thank God I woke up to see another day”. Last week, two of my clients passed away, and I found myself thinking, that God had taken them to their peace.
What I find most intriguing about praying is that you can do it at anytime and anyplace. My favorite way to pray is with my hands, with my feet, and with my voice. What do you I mean by that? Well, here’s a story:
“During the height of the Civil Rights era, Dr. Martin Luther King led a march from Selma, Alabama to Montgomery, Alabama. One of the people who participated in that march was Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel. When Rabbi Heschel returned from Selma, he was asked by someone, ‘Did you find much time to pray, when you were in Selma?’ Rabbi Heschel responded, ‘I prayed with my feet.’ What was his point? That his marching, his protesting, his speaking out for Civil Rights was his greatest prayer of all.” – centralsynagogue.org
I pray with my feet each time I walk from door to door visiting with my clients. I pray with my feet whenever I protest injustice. Each step filled with intent. I pray with my hands each time I use them to create art–to write. I pray with my voice each day when I advocate for my clients. I pray with my voice when I speak my truths. Of course traditional prayer is worthwhile, however I feel the best when I’ve prayed in a way that makes the world a better place.
It’s been a long time coming, but I feel God anywhere and everywhere. What do I mean by that? I don’t want to describe it as a feeling, because it goes way beyond that. At the heart of it, it means that something greater than you and I is constantly present. It’s not that God wasn’t making himself known before, he was, I just hadn’t tuned myself to his frequency to recognize his voice or his fingertips in the simple realities of life. Nowadays, I “feel” him everywhere because I carry him in my heart.
and because of that, I find myself praying with my heart as well.