By a group of liberal ministers
Translation Louise Thunin
Prayer is my inner voice at each and every moment of my life, conversing with an invisible presence which I call « You. »
In my prayer, I express aloud, alone or together with others, my joy, my sadness, my questions, my suffering, my worries, my cries, my revolt, my gratitude, for the world and for myself. I pray in my own words but also with my gestures, my body, and in song.
Some think it’s a monologue, because silence is the only echo to my words.
And yet this silence brings a reply, particularly when, alone, I gather my thoughts, either in a quiet place, or during transportation, or in front of a work of art, a landscape, while listening to music, or reading, especially the Bible. Or even when I’m sleeping !
Through prayer, I choose to stand before a presence that I call « God » and that gives meaning to my existence. I choose to share with Him in whom I live and move and have my being (Acts 17 :18).
This presence often resembles a still, small breath, but it graces me with the amazing conviction that I am not alone.
This presence leads me to others, to the world, that I may clothe it in the Gospel, for joining hands doesn’t mean folding our arms; joining hands means joining with others.