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Say A Little Prayer...
By: Laurel
Ross
I believe that a higher being exists. I believe that
I have a responsibility to live a good and fulfilling
life. I believe in treating people as I would like to
be treated. I believe in a sense of karmic order and
justice - you get what you give. Although I do not pray
regularly, I try to give thanks for all I've been blessed
with. I make a genuine effort to return the favor by
giving to those in need. I trust my instincts. But I
don't often use the word prayer nor do I attend organized
religious services.
About two months ago, my dad was diagnosed with prostate
cancer, a huge challenge for my family. My dad has since
undergone surgery, and is recovering reasonably well.
When I spoke to people about my dad, the subject of
prayer repeatedly came up in the conversation. Strangers
would tell me of their prayers, then of their hopes
and dreams. Friends offered to pray for dad. And I accepted
all the offers.
It seems as though spirituality is coming out of the
closet. People are more open to discussing their spiritual
beliefs. People around me take their prayer and its
connection to their gods, goddesses and higher powers
as huge component of life. Prayer moves people. Prayer
gives hope and a sense of connection to a bigger picture.
And it really does seem to move mountains.
Rach and her mom were among those praying for my dad.
When Rach told her mom that the surgery had gone well,
her mom smiled. Rach relayed this to me, adding that
her mom seemed to imply that his good prognosis was
a direct result of her prayer. Who knows, maybe it was.
I have always felt funny reading prayers. They never
feel like they come from the heart. I prefer to chat
one on one with god. Just me and god. Speaking from
the heart. Trying to keep it true and pure. Trying to
sift out the thoughts of material gains I want, thereby
working at keeping our relationship on a higher order.
I'm trying to learn how to meditate, hoping to gain
some peace and perspective from the practice. Mostly
so far, my efforts have let to really good naps. But
maybe that's all part of the process. I am starting
to truly believe. If Rach's mom's prayers helped my
dad, think of all the people my prayers can help.
Editors
Note: Laurel Ross welcomes your gentlecomments. Email
her at LaurelRoss39@aol.com
Nov
2002
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