My Feet, My Prayer

Don Schiewer, Jr.

For much of my life, growing up in the church, prayer had a very specific context. Prayer was: head bowed, hands folded, eyes closed and if I were feeling especially introspective I would drop to my knees…maybe even lay on my face. I found myself to be quite the scatter brained person of prayer. I struggle to stay focused…remain on task…and often I struggled to even just remain awake.

I was/am a failure at being a prayer warrior (as my church was fond of calling it). War, apparently, was quite boring and I found myself becoming numb (physically and emotionally) as I pled with G_d to end my plight of needing to continue this incessant vigil. Yet, here I was in a place that deeply valued prayer so much so that those who were the most capable amongst us were held in high regard as our warriors! I am still…

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