Prayer, grace, and sabbath

St. Val the Urban Monastic

There are moments in life where “pray without ceasing” becomes no mere platitude, but the primary directive as the only possible hope for survival. How and why that becomes a present-tense reality has an infinite possible complicated variations, but the importance and urgency remains consistant among them all.

Sunday morning I found myself instantly thrown in a whirlpool of a “pray without ceasing” moment (NOT the best way to be woken from formerly sound sleep, especially after only an hour and a half sleep to begin with)

I left the house at 4:30 (do you know that there is also a “4:30 AM“?). Had a long journey walking and on buses to meet a friend for church, and had the beautiful grace to have a morning set apart from all the realities of everything spinning my own life and world out of control. It is a beautiful thing…

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