I went to the polling place to cast my votes, and ended up casting non-partisan prayers for all the candidates. As I stood over that ballot with pen in hand, looking at all the names and offices, tears dropped down indiscriminately on the ovals below. I turned that little space into a prayer closet and portal to the King of Kings.
Jesus, the very thought of thee with sweetness fills my breast. But greater still thy face to see and in thy presence, rest.
~St. Bernard of Clairvaux
A prayer from Reinhold Niebuhr (1892 - 1971)
Almighty God, who sits on the throne judging right...
A Sunday Prayer for a people in Quarantine
If I’m honest, I think the image of heads praying against a stonewall hits too close to home for pathetic pray-ers like me. Haven’t we all tried to draw nearer to God’s presence in prayer, but felt like our prayers were deflecting off of a glass ceiling or crashing into a thick stone wall?