Praying is like climbing a mountain. it is leaving the noise of the hectic rush, and getting used to the deepening silence as we go higher. The familiarity with the terrain of the plains becomes useless along the uncharted mountain trails. The trekker stops once in a while along his tracks and looks back on where he came from, but deep in his heart he knows he must keep on climbing towards the clouds of the unknown. When we pray, we often catch ourselves thinking about the noisy business of the day, stalled along the path to the Unseen God. But we know we have to plod on. Intimacy beckons.

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