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66 EPISODE 8: MY CHURCH
arms and stare at ants pushing bits of dust around on the floor. I think my own thoughts, dream my own dreams, or just embrace the quiet black void. I suppose I could take the opportunity to pray. But, in truth, I am afraid I might accidentally start believing in the act.
On the other hand, I was recently reminded of the beauty that faith can offer when two missionaries came to pray with my family. We all sat close together, my sisters surrounding me on the couch and the men’s gentle voices muttering a continuous stream of praises to Jesus and to God. We prayed for my recently deceased American grandmother and for a safe journey on my return to the US. We prayed for light to show the way and gratitude to fill our hearts. The electricity had gone out for the fourth time that day so a candle flickered against the down- turned faces in the dark room. Each one held their hands upward and we sang, imperfectly, but beautifully as a warm glow encircled us all. They felt God. I felt unity, love, and the goodness of an open heart. Could these be the same sensation?