Usually in the winter I am at the cottage during the week and home on the weekends. But last Sunday, due to the first snow storm of 2014, my schedule got turned around and I attend church near the cottage where a friend from divinity school is pastor. Similar to the church I attend, prayer time included Joys and Concerns. And no surprise, the joys and concerns were similar; celebrations and healings, illnesses and deaths, and everything in between.
As I sat in the pew it came over me that this same heartfelt outpouring was going on in little white clapboard churches all over New England as well as in big brick ones throughout the United States. We know that those prayers don’t stop at our borders. Joys and concerns are spinning around the world. Human beings trying to make sense of concerns; trying to find the joy. It’s universal. We are one.
As I sat in the pew it came over me that this same heartfelt outpouring was going on in little white clapboard churches all over New England as well as in big brick ones throughout the United States. We know that those prayers don’t stop at our borders. Joys and concerns are spinning around the world. Human beings trying to make sense of concerns; trying to find the joy. It’s universal. We are one.
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