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“Praying

It doesn鈥檛 have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don鈥檛 try
to make them elaborate, this isn鈥檛
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”
― Mary Oliver, Thirst

“Many people pray to be kept out of unexpected problems.
Some people pray to be able to confront and overcome them.”
― Toba Beta [Betelgeuse Incident], Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza

“The common man prays, 'I want a cookie right now!' And God responds, 'If you'd listen to what I say, tomorrow it will bring you 100 cookies.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Let your life reflect the faith you have in God. Fear nothing and pray about everything. Be strong, trust God's word, and trust the process.”
― Germany Kent

“I felt like praying or something, when I was in bed, but I couldn't do it. I can't always pray when I feel like it. In the first place, I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoy the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was keep letting Him down.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Being mindful听of Aunt听Kathy鈥檚 presence, I turned to reading听the听Bible听while听sitting in the living room.听It听was my听way听ofkeeping听my听aunt听at听bay.听Yet,听my听facade听didn鈥檛听sustain听me听for听long.听I听got called听to听the听dining table听anyway.听Next,听I听was told to follow听Jerry鈥檚 instructions once听we听left the house. Then to my surprise, Aunt Kathy made breakfast for me anyway. Immediately, I was on high alert! 鈥淥h hell, how do I get beyond this meal!鈥�
There听I听was听staring听at听bread听blackened听on听one听side听and听too听soggy听to听fall听off the听plate. The听bacon was two inches thick and fried hard enough to be a shoe insert. The grits had settled to a pace.
My听eggs were听a听perfect听substitute听for听popcorn. Even听though听I听had听no听appetite, I听had听to听gobble
蝉辞尘别迟丑颈苍驳听诲辞飞苍听辞谤听谤颈蝉办听产别颈苍驳听谤颈诲颈肠耻濒别诲听产测听尘测听补耻苍迟.
Aunt Kathy made her own homemade peach preserves. It was extremely sweet and more concentrated than Playdough. I knew if she saw me using her sauce, she鈥檇 overlook the other items听I听left听untouched.听If听lucky, thefermentation听was potent听enough to听buzz me听all听day听long.听So, I made sure she鈥檒l see me spreading that paste all over my charcoal toast. Of course, I made the

yummy sound 鈥測ums鈥澨齛s I took bite after bite. Fortunately, Aunt听Kathy fell听hook, line, and sinker听for听my听facade.听鈥淚听seeyou love听that听jelly!听But听I鈥檓听not听going听to let听you eat all my听jam! People will pay lots of money for that good stuff!鈥�
鈥淵es听Ma鈥檃m,鈥澨齀听said.听Simply听amazing!听Being听she听had food听she听thought听I听liked,听there听was听a听limit.
听
But听if听I听hated听something听then听I听had听to听be听force-fed.
As听Aunt听Kathy听talked,听I听fumbled听and moved听my听food听around听as听she听gave听me听directives听for听the day. 鈥淲hen school is over, make sure to wait on the steps for your brother.鈥�
鈥淵es Ma鈥檃m,鈥澨齀听said听once听again.”
― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

“In my opinion, there are two things that can absolutely not be carried to the screen: the realistic presentation of the sexual act and praying to God.”
― Orson Welles

“Ahem! Ahem!鈥� As I recalled, Aunt Kathy loved Uncle Dan so much, she went grocery shopping during his funeral and failed to attend his burial as well. Apparently, Ham Hocks, Collard听greens,听Chitlin,听Fatback,听and听Hog-Head听cheesetook听higher听priority听over听his听Last听Rites. Then听the听reverend proceeded cautiously听as he听introduced my听mom.听鈥淟et听metell听y鈥檃ll听about my Ms. Liza. Sister Kathy kept this one close.鈥�
鈥淎hem!听Ahem!听Ar-choo!听Ahem!鈥�
Shockingly, there was a lightening blast that rocked the building once again while dimming the lights听for听more听than听10seconds.听The听crowd听turned听restless,听took听a听deep听breath, and听then听allowed Pastor Keith to resume. 鈥淚鈥檓 gonna tell y鈥檃ll, they were two kernels on a cob. When you saw Sister Kathy, you saw Sister Liza.
鈥淎hem!听Ahem!听Ahem!鈥�
鈥淭he听two听of听them听raised听those听boys听from听seeds听to听bean听stalks.听We听helped听nourish听them听right听here in Zion Gate Union. Now they鈥檙e just ripe for the harvest. I hope some of you ladies can take a

hint!鈥� For a brief moment, modest laughter filled the church. Yet, it was needed because Pastor Keith had gone into uncharted waters. No one dared to challenge my mom. Yet, Pastor Keith was听speaking听glowingly听about听her.听Only听a听fewwanted听to听see听where听the听Reverend听was听going.听But most didn鈥檛 care to re-open that door. Church members were so afraid of Mom, no one dared to call听her by name. All听parishioners would go mute and head the听other way, or simply hit the exits just to avoid all encounters.”
― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

“Due to听Mom鈥檚听condition,听she听would attack听鈥淭he Walls鈥澨齠rom听sun-up听to听sun-down听and听day听after听day听due听to听her听mentalparanoia.听With听the听death听of her sister, no barrier, partition, fence, or any standing surface would鈥檝e been safe.听That kind of trauma would鈥檝e created an endless loop of rages such as: 鈥淥h no! Oh no! Not my sister, you Devil Ass Dawg! Oh Jesus, those Dead Dawg have come and taken my sister away! Help me Jesus! Help me get those Dawg out of my house! Lawd, I can鈥檛 take these Dawg howling anymore! Lawd Jesus, bring her back! Lawd, bring her back!”
― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

“If you don't feel like praying, pray until you do!”
― Brigham Young

“When you find yourself in one of those mystical/devotional frames of mind or in am emergency and you feel you want to pray, then pray. Don鈥檛 ever be ashamed to pray or feel prevented by thinking yourself unworthy in any way. Fact is whatever terrible thing you may have done, praying will always turn your energy around for the better.
Pray to whomever, whatever, and whenever you choose. Pray to the mountain, pray to the ancestors, pray to the Earth, pray to the Tao (but it won鈥檛 listen!), pray to the Great Mother, pray to Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, Jesus, Lakshmi, Siva, pray to the Great Spirit, it makes no difference. Praying is merely a device for realigning the mind, energy, and passion of your local self with the mind, energy and passion of your universal self. When you pray, you are praying to the god or goddess within you. This has an effect on your energy field, which in turn translates into a positive charge that makes something good happen.”
― Stephen Russell, Barefoot Doctor's Guide to the Tao: A Spiritual Handbook for the Urban Warrior

“Lord, please do this ... or do something better!”
― Priscilla Shirer, God is Able

“In your hands

The dog, the donkey, surely they know
They are alive.
Who would argue otherwise?

But now, after years of consideration,
I am getting beyond that.
What about the sunflowers? What about
The tulips, and the pines?

Listen, all you have to do is start and
There鈥檒l be no stopping.
What about mountains? What about water
Slipping over rocks?

And speaking of stones, what about
The little ones you can
Hold in your hands, their heartbeats
So secret, so hidden it may take years

Before, finally, you hear them?”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“There are times...when we are in the midst of life-moments of confrontation with birth or death, or moments of beauty when nature or love is fully revealed, or moments of terrible loneliness-times when a holy and awesome awareness comes upon us. It may come as deep inner stillness or as a rush of overflowing emotion. It may seem to come from beyond us, without any provocation, or from within us, evoked by music or by a sleeping child. If we open our hearts at such moments, creation reveals itself to us in all it's unity and fullness. And when we return from such a moment of awareness, our hearts long to find some way to capture it in words forever, so that we can remain faithful to it's higher truth.

...When my people search for a name to give to the truth we feel at those moments, we call it God, and when we capture that understanding in timeless poetry, we call it praying.”
― Mary Doria Russell, The Sparrow

“When you suffer, you are being conformed to the image of Jesus. When you pray, you are being made holy in the image of Jesus. When you quietly serve a person in need, you are being shaped into the image of Jesus. When you generously give, your heart is being remade into the image of Jesus, our Lord and Savior.”
― Allen R. Hunt, Confessions of a Mega Church Pastor: How I Discovered the Hidden Treasures of the Catholic Church

“I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“Lord, I pray that my husband will be strong in the Lord and put on the whole armor of God, so he can stand against the enemy every day. Enable him to take up the shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.”
― Stormie Omartian, The Power of a Praying Wife

“On the black earth on which the ice plants bloomed, hundreds of black stink bugs crawled. And many of them stuck their tails up in the air. "Look at all them stink bugs," Hazel remarked, grateful to the bugs for being there.
"They're interesting," said Doc.
"Well, what they got their asses up in the air for?"
Doc rolled up his wool socks and put them in the rubber boots and from his pocket he brought out dry socks and a pair of thin moccasins. "I don't know why," he said. "I looked them up recently--they're very common animals and one of the commonest things they do is put their tails up in the air. And in all the books there isn't one mention of the fact that they put their tails up in the air or why."
Hazel turned one of the stink bugs over with the toe of his wet tennis shoe and the shining black beetle strove madly with floundering legs to get upright again. "Well, why do you think they do it?"
"I think they're praying," said Doc.
"What!" Hazel was shocked.
"The remarkable thing," said Doc, "isn't that they put their tails up in the air--the really incredibly remarkable thing is that we find it remarkable. We can only use ourselves as yardsticks. If we did something as inexplicable and strange we'd probably be praying--so maybe they're praying."
"Let's get the hell out of here," said Hazel.”
― John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

“Father, we come to You, Father, in the name of the Father, Father we come to You, Father, Father, just, just, Father, Father...' You don't talk to you friends like that. 'Ed, Ed, come over, Ed, Ed, Ed, you are, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, ooh, Ed, Ed, Ed' - he wouldn't be your friend anymore if you did that! Like, 'You keep saying Ed...my name's Joe!”
― Tim Hawkins

“I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering, and like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild, glitt鈥檙ing eye and say, 鈥淒o you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles?鈥� The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides, his hopes abashed. From heaven came one of those silences utterly void of hope known to the devout.”
― 脡mile Zola, La Faute de l'abb茅 Mouret

“The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop.
"To heck with praying!" I shouted. "Bail, dammit, bail!"
Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I'd probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout - not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn't do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom's walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything.
Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail - the gumption to try to save ourselves - isn't that what he wanted us to do?”
― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses

“鈥e awake to the Life
that is loving you and
sing your prayer, laugh your prayer,
dance your prayer, run
and weep and sweat your prayer,
sleep your prayer, eat your prayer,
paint, sculpt, hammer, and read your prayer,
sweep, dig, rake, drive and hoe your prayer,
garden and farm and build and clean your prayer,
wash, iron, vacuum, sew, embroider and pickle your prayer,
compute, touch, bend and fold but never delete
or mutilate your prayer.

Learn and play your prayer,
work and rest your prayer,
fast and feast your prayer,
argue, talk, whisper, listen and shout your prayer,
groan and moan and spit and sneeze your prayer,
swim and hunt and cook your prayer,
digest and become your prayer,
release and recover your prayer,
breathe your prayer,
be your prayer”
― Alla Renee Bozarth

“I would fight every angel between us until God said, "Yes.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“On the concept of unity- 鈥淭hat始s right-Jesus始 most pressing concern before
leaving the earth was our unity. He was looking ahead, to every generation of
believer. And as he prayed, he made it clear that our witness as his body in this
fractured , messed-up, chaotic world would depend on our love for another.”
― Ed Galisewski, A Simpler Faith: Hope For Those Who Struggle With Church

“The encyclopedias are empty. There are people who trick you and deliver emptiness with a smile, while others rob you of your self-respect. You need to remember who you are.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys

“There is no pure thoughts like praying”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Prayer is anything but the misled human being attempting self-sooth themselves against the pain that engulfs them. Rather, they are the people who are determined to engulf the pain.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“When you are sad, celebrate, and you are giving a new composition to sadness. You are bringing something to sadness which will transform it. You are bringing celebration to it. Angry? -- have a beautiful dance. In the beginning it will be angry. You will start dancing and the dance will be angry, aggressive, violent. By and by, it will become softer and softer and softer, when suddenly, you will have forgotten anger. The energy has changed into dancing.

But when you are angry, you can't think of dancing.

When you are sad, you can't think of singing. Why not make your sadness a song? Sing, play on your flute. In the beginning the notes will be sad, but nothing is wrong with a sad note. Have you heard, in the afternoon sometimes, when everything is hot, burning hot, fire all around, and suddenly from a mango grove you can hear a cuckoo start singing? In the beginning, the note is sad. She is calling her lover, her beloved, on a hot afternoon. Everything is fiery all around, and she is hankering for love. A very sad note, but beautiful. By and by, the sad note changes into a happy note.

The lover starts responding from another grove. Now it is no more a hot afternoon; everything is cooling down in the heart. Now the note is different.

When the lover responds, everything has changed. It is an alchemical change.

You are sad? -- start singing, praying, dancing. Whatsoever you can do, do, and by and by, the baser metal is changed into a higher metal -- gold. Once you know the key, your life will never be the same again. You can unlock any door. And this is the master key: to celebrate everything.

If you are sad, then I say celebrate, dance, sing. What are you to lose? At the most, sadness will be lost, nothing else. But you think it is impossible. And the very idea that it is impossible will not allow you to give it a try. And I say it is one of the most easy things in the world, because energy is neutral. The same energy becomes sadness; the same energy becomes anger; the same energy becomes sexuality; the same energy becomes com passion; the same energy becomes meditation. Energy is one. You don't have many types of energies. You don't have many separate pockets of energy where this energy is labelled 'sadness' and this energy is labelled 'happiness'. Energies are not pigeon-holed, they are not separated. There exists no watertight compartment in you. You are simply one. This one energy becomes sadness, this one energy becomes anger. It is up to you.

One has to learn the secret, the art of how to transform energies. You simply give a direction and the same energy starts moving. And when there is a possibility of transforming anger into bliss, greed into compassion, jealousy into love... you don't know what you are losing. You don't know what you are missing. You are missing the whole point of being here in this universe. Give it a try.”
― Osho, Yoga: The Alpha and the Omega Volume 4

“Heal, love, and protect your womb.”
― Robin S. Baker