Once upon a time in a restaurant far far away, my friend and I were seated in a booth to enjoy a meal and conversation. Our server came to the table and we placed our order. Then my friend said to her, “We’re going to say a prayer before lunch and we’d like to know if we could remember you in our prayers?” She responded, ‘That would be nice, thank you.’ She went on to tell us something that was going on in her life for which we could pray. It was a beautiful moment of faith sharing in a non-dogmatic, non-religious way.
I learned from that moment that when we pray for another, we are sharing God in our hearts with the God who is in their heart. We are on common ground with them. We all have concerns and it is no trite thing to say to someone, “I’d like to pray for you.” We can do that in the grocery checkout line. We can say it over the phone or in a written or emailed note.
We are actually loving the other person with the love God first gave us. Oh, it’s a bit intimidating at times. The mailman stops by your house. You know his name and you might even know something going on in his life. You say, “Dan, I’d like to pray for you or keep you in my prayers if that’s all right.”
God is in that moment. The Kingdom of God has arrived at the door of both your hearts. You are not some holier-than-thou saint but rather an ordinary God-dwelled person caring for another.
A long time ago I was standing in the middle of a side street talking with a neighbor, telling him of a concern. He said, “I’ll pray for you.” I thanked him and started to walk away and he took my arm saying, “I mean right here and right now.” I will never forget that moment. The Kingdom of God was right there on Franklin Street. It can happen anywhere at any time.
Common ground. Where two souls meet together with God. What a blessing. That’s grace.