time. This week the kids came back for
another Tuesday afternoon and we said some more prayers. It wasn't like last week Tuesday. It was a new week, and a new experience. And more kids came. They are my new best friends, and to sit with
them, and call them by name, and hear them tell me stories-can you
imagine? This is a blessing. Lindsay brought me one perfect pink camellia
blossom, and together we put it in the center of the altar. I could see in her eyes that this was a true
offering. Then all of us--all 38 of us, plus (thank God!) Debbie Rimkus--sat in a
circle together in front of candles, string and beads. We sat in quiet, we did "ohm" and listen, and
we let our thoughts and feelings float to the outside of our bodies so God
could scoop them up. Then we tried the
new thing: using words to say our prayers.
"Teach us to
pray," the disciples said to Jesus. When
you pray, said Jesus, be simple. Not big
words, just your words. "Our father in
heaven . . ."
And so we
tried using words. And our hands. We tied seven beads on our strings, each one
for a prayer:
- "Quiet" bead.
Sit. Being bead. Rest.
- "Thank you" bead.
Just that. Every day. Say it out loud, to the sky and to your
- "Good" bead. As in
name something good about today.
Feel the good stuff.
- "Sorry" bead. Can't
go a day without "sorry." Not one.
- "World" bead. Tell
God about the World. God knows, of
course, but welcomes your ideas and hopes.
- "Family" bead. For
your family. Each member.
- "2nd Quiet" bead. Sit and be, again.
Do we need
more than those 7 words? On Tuesday it
was just enough. And today too. I have 7 beads on a string in my pocket to