Stop. Listen. Pray. Make time for God.
A Nigerian priest was giving a weekday sermon at a suburban church in New Jersey. The kind of church, architecturally, that doesn’t do much to inspire meditation. Beauty can draw us out of ourselves and the busyness of our lives. But, with screens everywhere, we can easily miss it. Sometimes a baby must cry for us to realize what a gift we are in the presence of. New life. Innocence. Wonder. The priest knew that what he was insisting on was countercultural — or perhaps he wouldn’t have bothered. And I probably wasn’t the only one on my phone at the time. (If you weren’t checking your messages, you had your digital missal, or another prayer app, open.)
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