How very good and pleasant it is when kindred live together in unity! ~Psalm 133:1
The Western Wall is sometimes called the Wailing Wall, but we pilgrims are cautioned to avoid this demeaning phrase. At the Wall women are divided from men. I accept this because I must, although it takes an effort not to be angry at gender divisions. I try to be mindful that I am in a sacred place. I pray silently as I approach the ancient stones. When I spread my palm against the rough texture of the stones, I am overcome by tears that surprise me. Something in me is indeed wailing. I glance at the woman praying beside me, a young mother with a baby, who seems distraught. I echo her unspoken prayers, laying them before the Almighty. I want to be a conduit, not a converter, for this Jewish sister.
What unexpected person can you pray for today?
Prayer: O Spirit, I lift up the prayers of my unknown sisters and brothers.
Thanks for the reminder to look outside of myself, Ruth. Admittedly difficult amid the seemingly thousands of half-full boxes and miles of bubble wrap and packing tape that are littering what is left of my house. But right now, thanks to this post, I realize that it is time for me to stop for the day, and turn my thoughts to others. I will be interested to see who God places on my heart! Thank you again.
kathy swaar