I preached last Sunday in my little church in the Burg. It was a remarkable experience, one that bordered on the miraculous, that I was even able to remain upright for the hour of service. Saturday afternoon I had a nasty reaction to some medication, and Saturday night got two hours sleep, if that. Needless to say, I was concerned if I would be able to make it through the service, but round about the second hymn I experienced a sudden, sure reminder that there were people praying for me, one in particular. The congregation was singing out with full-throated glory and I was buoyed up by all this positive energy, felt strong and centred. I delivered my sermon with ease and met all the little challeneges of leading a service with no problems. I spent the rest of the day on the couch mind you, but yesterday felt almost 100% again, and today I’m back to normal. I do believe in the power of prayer. I do believe in the power of love.
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holy cards: dead women talking is a collection of narrative poems focusing on the histories and legends of women saints from both the Eastern Orthodox and Roman traditions.