Early morning when the stir of life is in the distance, barely whispering its arrival — we are graced by people of many faiths who rise to pray for all reasons. It is said that morning prayers in the Hindu tradition are, at their core, the sun’s call to rise, necessary for its arrival. All of creation joins in starting a new day.
It is a mystery – how we are all so inter-connected. On the surface where our minds work their distractions, we are seldom conscience of this primal bond. This can be difficult to comprehend and so uncomfortable that we build walls trying to distinguish and divide our differences. Neither the less, we are woven together by our great Creator’s design and touched by one another.
Unable to fully comprehend this or find the moments needed to honor our common bond, I give thanks for those people who use their gift of time and holy wisdom to gently continue weaving us together through their prayer and presence.
Today I share a reflection from one such person, Bishop Steven Charleston.
May it inspire you as it has me.
In these quiet hours I pray a rosary of special intention for all those I know who are in need of blessing. Some beads are by name, a single person I see so clearly, even if only for a moment. Some are for names I do not know, the hungry, the homeless, the ones in harm’s way. Some are communities. Some are calls for justice, some are whispers of mercy. But all of these beads are living souls, bound together by the thread of God’s love, linked by that love, held fast by the chain of prayer. In these quiet hours my rosary circles the Earth while never leaving my hand.
Bishop Steven Charleston