I am feeling much better. I drove my car today for the first time since Sunday afternoon. A few twinges (going up stairs is still... not good). But no more pain that wakes me up in the night. (I remember a doctor saying, once, if pain wakes you in the night, pay attention. I think that holds true for all kinds of pain, physical, mental and spiritual.) So, I thank you for your prayers, and give a special thanks to the Mad One who directed so many of your prayers through over at his place. Also I humbly point you in the direction of one of the most moving meditations on prayer I've read, courtesy of the Rev. Elizabeth Kaeton at her excellent blog, Telling Secrets. Here's a teaser:
He looked deep into my eyes and then asked slowly, carefully, "When you ask me for prayers, what are you asking, really?"
Startled, I asked, "Whatever do you mean?"
"Well," he said, "I'm sure you've had the experience of having people ask you for prayers because they think you have some sort of direct link - some way of changing things - things that can't be changed. You know. They never say this straight-out but they are looking to you for prayer as some sort of 'magic trick.'"
"Ah, right," I said, suddenly understanding. "Yes, yes I have had that experience," adding quickly, "No, sir, I'm not asking that."
Agreeing wholeheartedly with Elizabeth that prayer is not a magic trick, and aware of the ways in which my life has been surrounded by prayer, mine and that of others... I commend the piece for your consideration.