The alarm sounded and the brain of this Parkinson’s host fought the notion of a new reality, different from the one soundly brewing in dreamland. Almost without thinking the morning routine of medication, a doggie run, a coffee brew, and another quiet time reading and reflecting was engaged. Today’s agenda had me driving in the dark of a mid-fall early morning to attend the first men’s prayer breakfast for this new month. Greetings, smiles and warm welcomes as we shared a morning biscuit or two set the stage for the moments of exchanging prayer requests, both of desires and those of gratitude. The “lesson” for today was from two parables from Luke’s Gospel: The Friend at Midnight and The Widow and the Judge (Luke 11:5-8, Luke 18:1-8). The verbal lesson was brief, but the meaningful lesson came with the instruction to find a quiet place within the church parlor to meditate and pray as our hearts and minds led us. Implicit was the charge to listen to what we were saying and perceiving in the quiet presence of our God with whom our thoughts were being shared. The time seemed to fly by as we were then called to a communal prayer of dismissal and charge to live in the love into which we had been immersed. A total of thirty minutes of my day had been occupied in the conscious presence of the One I worship when I step beyond the bounds of purely self. My day was changed; I viewed the world differently. As I did my errands and attended the tasks at hand I understood that I had crossed the bridge of thankfulness into the place of gratitude that gave a different light to those I saw and the things I did.

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