Posted by on Oct 18, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Experiences | 0 comments

A strict belief, fate is the worst kind of slavery; on the other hand, there is comfort in the thought that God will be moved by our prayers.


With closed eyes and lifted hands, the congregation listened with anticipation to the pastor’s prayer. “And when you are on your knees tonight, thanking the Lord, our God for your wealth of blessings, remember the poorest among us who have forgotten how to pray.”

Her mind raced to the pictures in her head . . . the ones of her neighbors, the homeless families who visited the food pantry where she spent her days. She prayed for them daily, morning and night, brilliant sun or pouring rain.

“Forgive them, raise them up to the Lord by name, and ask him to show mercy on their souls,” the pastor said. “Do not let them be the forgotten.”

She would not let them be forgotten, could not let a moment pass and decided then and there. Her silent prayer was to touch their lives with the love of God she felt, knowing that her prayer would be answered

 ~Bonnie Cranmer



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