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.
Kathy Swaar says
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.