I sat in worship at Our Lady of Grace Monastery.  Wrestling in the darkness.  Seeking insight. Others saw my tears. I saw their love and concern reflected back. No one questioned me directly.  I knew if I wanted to talk, if I found the words to share, that I could seek a listening ear.  It was the shared worship that brought my soul, God’s spirit, and others’ prayers together in deep companionship.

At the Broad Bay Church, we have a time in worship to ask for prayers—to share joys and concerns. I am heartened when people share the hard stuff and break the silence.  It builds trust and community, I think.

But what of the silent prayers?

What of the hurts or challenges or the holy presence that goes deeper than words?

Sometimes, we experience intimacy with one another and God in silence, in song, in tears, and in words not spoken.

Thank God, for places of sanctuary where we can simply be embraced by the living God and a loving community of silent and loving witnesses.