Moments of prayer

It was the usual busy weekend, trying to catch up with sports stories and such, plus a little relaxing. But I spent part of my time praying. Really.

I didn't pray to the Judeo-Christian God or to any other organized religion's chosen Deity. I prayed to ... whoever is out there guiding our fates, guiding the world, its forces, the sun and stars. The creator. The all-powerful one. You decide the name. I probably prayed to him/her/it/them.

On Friday, it was at the request of S, and the prayer was for her oldest son (grown), who has been diagnosed with hepatitis C. She said the doctors are very pessimistic about his prospects--gave him six months. So she and another person were going to do a healing meditation for him Friday evening. And she asked that if I wanted to, to join them (in spirit) at 6 p.m. Friday.

That was about supper time for me, before I went out to the football game that night. But I explained the situation to my wife, and she had a nice warm pot of chili ready by 5:40. Then I went upstairs to the bedroom and sat on the floor, legs crossed under me.

It took a couple minutes to settle down and push other thoughts out of my mind, but then my elbows were on my thighs and my forehead was on my fingers. I asked Whoever to smile on S's son, to help him and make him whole again. I was in meditation for 10 to 15 minutes. Then I went downstairs, said goodbye, put on my jacket and drove off to the football field (the game was in town).

On Saturday morning, S wrote me again. She said things went fabulously. "It restored his energy level and he felt incredibly loved. Time will tell, but I believe he is healed. Incidently, he had his first experience with the angel of joy yesterday--first time he called on her and was filled with incredible joy. He said he will work on expanding that now so all around him also feel what he did. Today he has lots of energy and is all smiles. God is so good!"

Then, on Saturday evening, I was back in the bedroom. This time it was for someone I had met at the pagan gathering in 2005. They were holding a day for working on yardwork at the site in southern Wisconsin. (I couldn't attend due to my work duties.) At the same time, they were holding a healing circle for this woman, who has been diagnosed with a malignant tumor in her breast.

So I was back sitting on the floor, asking the Almighty and the Divine to remove her sickness and make her body whole again.

There are more prayers to come, I'm sure. S wants me to add a prayer that she can find a job to bring in money so she can continue her healing work. And there maybe others.

That's all right. I've got a big heart and lots of love to share. I pray for others. I pray for family and friends. I pray for some of my blog friends and the challenges they are facing in their lives. Maybe even you.

S and I exchanged about eight e-mails on Friday. "Yeah," I wrote in one of them, "when you see beyond yourself, you see many things that make your problems look very small and inconsequential. I'm very aware of that."