Tony Woodlief:

I’m learning how to pray. I’m forty-one years old and only now learning how to pray. Thankfully the prayers don’t depend on my words. I needn’t even speak beyond the half-whisper, half-thought to Christ the Guardian, the Son, the Giver of mercy. Last week I thought I saw something like light. I even put out my hand, like this light was in front of my closed-lidded eyes.

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