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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