“And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.”
If our conversations were a hefty side of bacon dropped into a sizzling frying pan, how much meaningful meat would remain after the fatty small talk melts away?
Are your prayer conversations a clone of the on-the-fly exchanges you have daily with people? It’s hard to get to know someone if there are no heart-to-hearts.
Gazing across the rippling blue of Puget Sound at the untamed Olympic Mountains, hearing only the rustling leaves, is the ideal setting for practicing the wisdom of “Be still and know that I am God.”
Why don’t I do it more often?