I arose this morning, completed my morning ablutions, and decided to take my tea with me on a stroll through the park. The sun was just cresting the horizon and I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of something I cannot completely describe. I felt a wave of contemplation. For all of my life up until recently, I did not like living one bit. I hated it, as a matter of fact. Enduring the inhumane ways a person can treat another gave me quite the sense of hatred for everything living.
I firmly believed in nothing and laughed any time I heard anyone even mention a life worth living. My parents were nothing less than proof that shit does have a life of its own. and those “high and mighty” folk who dealt with them were further proof that shit clumps together.
However, during our time in Charleston, SC, USA, and getting to spend time with a Reverend who was the most human parson I had ever met, my views began to change. And this morning was a continuation of one of our many discussions. One of the things I had inquired of the dear Reverend was the formula for prayer. Understand that every prayer I had ever heard up to this point was a memorized set of words that had left me even more cynical and convinced that those who prayed were idiots and stupid gits with all the ability to think as a stone.
However, this morning I remembered the discussion I had with the Right Reverend “I’m Not Shithead” on this issue. He told me that prayer is merely the conversation with God which springs from the relationship we have with him. The deeper our relationship, the deeper our prayers will become. So, being rather new to this whole praying thing, I just began a conversation: “Beg pardon Sir, but as we’ve not been properly acquainted until recently, I’m not clear on how this works and what to say, so, if You don’t mind, I’ll just say what’s on my mind and then shut up.” So I talked for the first two turns around the park and then, realizing that I was out of tea and my wallet was on my dresser, was ready to head for home.
Just as I was passing the tea vendor, I found 50 quid by the door of the vendor trailer. I picked it up and asked the vendor if his till had come up short. He looked at me like a googly eyed zombie and told me that he would most likely be fired because his till had come up 50 quid shy last evening. I plunked down the cash and told him that I just found it in the shrubberies and please fix the hole in his cash bag. As a result, I now have free tea whenever he is working and I could continue my stroll about the park.
I remember saying, “Rather convenient that was.” And the sense of peace that came over me was like I had NEVER experienced before. I could swear I heard a chuckle in my mind and a kind, gentle voice say, “Coincidences don’t happen. EVERYTHING has a reason and a purpose.” To which my response was, “Well, Sir, we have much to discuss because I have questions!” And I kid you not, the response I sensed in my mind was, “Yep, we do have much to discuss….but let’s begin with I love you more than you can know.”
Methinks this was the beginning of what will, most undoubtedly, be a most extensive conversation!