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226. LET US PRAY




A field of rape seeds in bloom in France

Since I arrived in Ireland last January I have been happily going to the Presbyterian church in Wexford town attending the Sunday morning service and a bible study on Tuesdays. Members of this congregation have been patient enough with my weird notions and tolerant of my dissidence as a Christian. I thank them for this, whole heartidly.

We pray together out loud, each one talking to God and bringing up any subject where God is needed for help. Praying, in my view, is an act of humility, you admit blankly that you need help because you can't deal with a problem by yourself. It is also an act of transcendance, you connect by thoughts with a supra entity out of this mortal world of ours.

But who is this supra entity? Who is God? We don't know. We don't even know if 'he' hears us. We try hard to listen to any sign of 'his' messages. With great difficulties we see signs of 'his' presence in our lives. We keep praying nonetheless.

So, let us pray. In the news we hear about a horrendous act of violence bringing death at a peaceful rally of marathon runners in Boston, USA. Sure, it is a political gesture on the part of those who thought out, organised and acted this evil deed. It is in fact a great act of hatred. You can't go and kill peaceful civilians with cold blood if you don't have feelings of hatred for them. Let us pray for these guys who are overwhelmed by hatred for other human beings and who spend their time and talents at killing and destroying. Let us pray for them so that they may turn their heads and their hearts around and see that we are all in the same boat, the rich, the poor, the young, the old, regardless of skin or eye colour or type of dress.

One thing I like to believe is that God is the same for all of us, for the whole of humanity, regardless of our earthly local identities. I also like to believe that 'he' is the principle of Good, the essence of Goodness, the initiator of Love. God is Love. 'He' wants us to love 'him' and above all 'he' loves us. Can these guys feel it? Or are they too deep into their hatred to feel any love for or from God? Let us pray for them, all of us, every day, until they feel this divine love coming to them.
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