Wednesday, February 18, 2015
"My prayer is a joke", Jack thought. "I can't even fit it in here with the others, it's falling out already. This whole thing is s train wreck!"
The strict Jewish men around him rocked back and forth, back and forth, facing the wall, praying softly and then reading from their Bibles - from the Law. Jack thought it was both silly, and poetic. He admired the determination and dedication of these men in black - but couldn't understand the process or the purpose. He liked the idea that they were focused - focused on God - who could be critical of that?
The wind blew and Jack watched his folded prayer blow to the ground. He picked it up and pushed it into a different crack in the wall - tightly - jamming it in with force and anger.
A minute passed, the sun felt warm. Jack closed his eyes, lifted his face to the sun.
It fell again. A light breeze passed and Jack could hear a voice saying - "leave it Jack - I've seen it - I read it - I answered it, and you're good to go!"
"Thanks Lord - for keeping it real - you're awesome, as usual." Jack hurried back to the waiting bus.