June 3, 2010
In the Morning the Man Prayed
In the morning the man prayed as he had the night before. Silence. The next day he did the same. There was no word or response, no feeling of connection, no sense of God’s presence in the room. The third day the man did not pray. “Why bother if all he was doing was talking to himself,” he felt.
Many years ago, that was me: Just talking to the wall, I thought. Having never really been taught how to pray, other than the typical non-catholic prayers at bedtime, dinner, church and when things go really, really wrong. There was no peace, nor comfort, no relief or forgiveness, only an enduring vacuum. If there was a greater power, I thought, he wasn’t listening.
That is why I began my search. Above all else I yearned for peace, insight and guidance; for structure and someone that could show me how to live a good life. Having spent the majority of my life disliking authority, I concluded that was exactly what I wanted. It was a stunning realization.
Who knew there were different types of prayers: Adoration, Contrition, Petition, Intercession, Thanksgiving and Praise? Who knew there was a way to become strong through something called faith? Who knew there were these things called Sacraments that bring one closer to God? A Catholic knew. And it’s because of a Catholic that I began a new journey.