What, though, if we constructed a boundary between our time and God’s, and made time stop?

To submit to the baptism of John is to admit that we don’t always get it right, in a myriad of ways.

We are afraid: afraid that our questioning will lead to spiritual cataclysm, that once the camel’s skeptical nose gets under the tent flap, the whole shabby edifice of our faith will collapse.

Amid the pain and suffering, God remains present in our hearts. No matter how much we wail and shake our fists, He will abide with us.

We need not see prayer as activity for a solo operator only.

His point was that a mundane action, carried out in a disciplined way, can be transformative. So it is with prayer.