Last summer, I gave
a tour to a nun, Sister Joseph. We had a great time on tour and talked a little
bit afterwards. Somehow, prayer came up in our conversation, and Sister Joseph
said she would pray for me, because she would think about me, and every time
you think about someone, you pray for them. That profound statement has stayed
with me ever since.
My understanding of
prayer growing up was that prayer was a conscious action. We folded our hands,
bowed our heads and prayed. And when we said Amen, the prayer was over; we were
no longer praying. Prayer had a distinct beginning and ending, it functioned to
give thanks or express concerns, and it had definable limits. But Sister Joseph
was hinting at something far deeper, and more powerful.