The Profanity of Prayer
Last Saturday we drove through an amazing canyon and stopped at a cafe and had lunch outside. The canyon was narrow and the cliffs towered above us. A breeze moved briskly up the canyon and the trees swayed slightly. Everything was full of life and beauty.
It was a time that demanded quiet. Even a spoken prayer would have been profane. How can we vocalize appreciation and gratitude in the midst of something so sacred? The only acceptable comment, the only acceptable prayer, the only acceptable response was silent awe, silent appreciation and silent gratitude.
It was a time that demanded quiet. Even a spoken prayer would have been profane. How can we vocalize appreciation and gratitude in the midst of something so sacred? The only acceptable comment, the only acceptable prayer, the only acceptable response was silent awe, silent appreciation and silent gratitude.
posted by Paul at 9:26 AM
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I agree! Incidentally I find that meditation is purer than prayer - one can even silence one's thoughts! Occasionally I experience meditation as pure gratitude. Words and ideas are crude by comparison with that experience.
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