Hermine was stagnated off the Northeast. Tropical storm warnings had been issued from Virginia to New England; at the very least erosion and riptides lay in the offing. However on Sunday of the Labor Day week the sun was shining in the town of East Hampton.
In Christian devotional writings it is common to come across the phrase, "the problem of prayer." The fact that prayer has problems is widely acknowledged, and the one that gets the most attention is the problem of unanswered prayers.
There comes a time in all of our lives when we need to live for something worth dying for. I'm in this fight for a Real Living Wage because I dream of a world where everyone makes a Living Wage and can return home to a warm hearth to break bread with their loved ones and revolutionary friends.
I once read somewhere that repeating a prayer is nothing more than parroting words. However, I have come to understand and feel a certainty of the cleansing of my soul through repeated prayer, just as my beloved aunt did.
As a praying person, how could you honestly say you were going to pray for one group and not another? What kind of prayer would that be? It's "Our Father," not "My Father" or "His Father" or "Her Father." Prayer can't limit itself to one small universe.
The Lord's Prayer calls us to participate in a movement confronting the dominance of Christ's ancient foe, the love of profit above the needs of people, Mammon, in our own selves and in our government and economies.