My Prayer to Humanity

as a matter of fact

One of the yummiest parts of my day is found in the company of my family’s stillness as we sit around the dinner table just before we eat. “Should we have our moment of silence?” Gideon, my eight-year-old, the oldest of our four kids, reminds us. The other kids get excited and silence quickly blankets the room.

Of the many forms of prayer we express in our home, all of which I love, there is something unusually special about our dinner prayer. As we sit and listen to the deafening voice of Silence, our busy thoughts become cleansed by Her stillness. Here in the placid waters of our minds is that magical moment — that moment when all dividing lines disappear and each of us returns home to our unbounded heart, to the invisible and all-encompassing force in which the foundations of faith are built upon. Here, we commune in Love.

Life doesn’t get much better than this.

“Do not let me ask any more than to sit in the darkness and light no lights of my own, and be crowded with no crowds of my own thoughts to fill the emptiness of the night in which I await You.” — Thomas Merton

After the waters settle and I feel that the room has made its way back to Love, I tell my family I love them. And, as we eat, the kids express what they felt in their heart.

They express the many specific things in which they are grateful for — yesterday for Naomi, our five-year-old, it was for gratitude: ‘Without gratitude we couldn’t feel gratitude.’ Girl’s gotta point. She also mentioned doors and handles, so we can go in and out of the house easily, without letting in the cold air (it’s winter here in Utah).

Other times they express some of the many ways in which they are connected to the rest of the world — Annelise, one of our seven-year-olds, an identical twin, follows the food that sits on her plate back through its journey. She sees her food in its fullness, connecting herself to the soil in which the food was planted, to the sun and the rain, to the farmers who cared for the plants, to the truck driver who drove the food to the store, to the cashier who sold the food to us, and so on.

And on occasion, they express their heart-felt wishes for their friends and families — Olivia, our other twin, wished the other day that the elderly don’t feel so alone, that they feel loved. Oh my god, this broke my heart wide open. She must have heard me talking to my mom about my grandma. May our hearts and prayers keep the elderly close during these lonely COVID times.

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