What is prayer, really? Exactly?
I probably own 100 books on prayer. OK, maybe 200. I read about it every day. I teach about it. I even engage in it!
But what is it? That last post about my family got me thinking.
When my grandfather looked with contentment across a field of soy beans ready for harvest, was that prayer?
When my grandmother lifted her arms in delight as a flock of hundreds of white ibis rose in the Florida sky, was that prayer?
When my mother sang as she went about her ordinary household work, was that prayer?
When my father knelt next to a mangled car on a country road, holding the hand of his young wife who had just died, was that prayer?
What do you think?
Image of White Ibis in Flight here. Photographer unknown.