What do I pray? What do I say to God? What do I ask God? When I heard the news yesterday I didn’t respond to any of these questions, at least not right away. I’d like to think that I was numb, but the truth is that I was swept up into my life, MY life. Maybe another way of saying this is that I was totally in my head—how does this effect me and my friends?—that kind of head stuff. And because I was in my head, I clicked on Face Book.
But then things shifted. My pastor had posted that our church sanctuary was open and would be for the evening in case anyone wanted to come by. I turned off the TV (my head), walked up to church and slid into a pew. After some silence, Pastor Tom came and sat next to me and we prayed together, back and forth, talking with God. It was a Holy moment. Thanks, Tom.
But then things shifted. My pastor had posted that our church sanctuary was open and would be for the evening in case anyone wanted to come by. I turned off the TV (my head), walked up to church and slid into a pew. After some silence, Pastor Tom came and sat next to me and we prayed together, back and forth, talking with God. It was a Holy moment. Thanks, Tom.
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