Somewhere along the line, I got tired of pleading for things that didn’t get delivered. (Though Obama did become President, and I prayed for that.) And yet, I started to notice that the very act of praying, took me beyond my grievances, and became its own reward, as I felt more connected to community, the world at large, and on a really good day, the cosmos.
Image: Ignored Prayers, 2010, by David Choe.
I’m still working out the function of prayer in my life. Most times, it seems, it’s more about shifting my own perspective, and, as you say, connecting me to community. I think there’s a bumper sticker somewhere that reads, “Prayer Changes You,” a riff on “Prayer Changes Things.” Agreed. Great post, Wendy.