THE FRUIT OF SILENCE
The fruit of silence is prayer.
The fruit of prayer is faith.
The fruit of faith is love.
the fruit of love is service.
The fruit of service is peace.
Mother Teresa. Missionaries of Charity.
THE FRUIT OF SILENCE
The fruit of silence is prayer.
The fruit of prayer is faith.
The fruit of faith is love.
the fruit of love is service.
The fruit of service is peace.
Mother Teresa. Missionaries of Charity.
When you pray, whaddaya pray for?
Me? I’m an atheist.
Cool. So whaddaya pray for?
I told you; I’m an atheist.
Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?
I give up. What do YOU pray for?
I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.
Really? Like what, for instance?
My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.
Yeah? What else?
I lose my glasses a lot.
Anything else?
Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.
You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?
Father.
Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.
Really? Why?
Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.
Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?
Do what you like.
I just did.
You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.
He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.
Father, huh?
Father.
I have acquired the habit of uttering frequent prayers.
I pray for my children’s success in overcoming their difficulties.
I ask for help in finding my glasses and to point me toward my cell phone.
This afternoon I bought lanyards to attach to both my glasses, which leaves me with only two requests. (Where did I place those two lanyards?)