Prayer Meeting
There is a charismatic prayer group that meets Monday evenings in a parish building. I’ve gotten to know some of the regular members of the group, and have been feeling a bit more drawn to driving the short distance to join in prayer with them than to, as usual, stay home to watch EWTN, my mainstay.
Last night I sat by observing the proceedings for a while remaining uninvolved, not uttering phrases showing movement by the Spirit, not raising my arms toward God and Heaven in fervency. Then, after some prayers and singing, one of the leaders began an inspirational talk, knowledgeably referring to scripture as she went. Still sitting quietly, I began shedding tears; not crying, just slowly shedding tears. This was a little embarrassing, but I welcomed the tear flow, because now I could feel I belonged in the room with the other more demonstrative folk. Then, as the meeting progressed, my well ingrained stuffiness and reserve dissolved as I got more into sync with the rest of them, even being asked toward the end to lead a prayer for healing over two members who felt some need. Yes indeed!
