A student asked Brother Weeps, “To what can you compare prayer?”

Brother Weeps sat quietly with the question, then said, “Once, a long time ago, when I was much younger, I was driving a beat-up old car in a big city late at night. I came to an extremely steep hill, so I floored it, pressing down hard on the gas peddle. At first, I wasn’t sure the old car was even going to make it. It took five or six seconds to accelerate. I could see the streetlight at the top was green. So I sped on up the hill. By the time I reached the top, I was going really fast. Just as I reached the peak I realized I had no idea what was on the other side. Suddenly, as I went over the hill, all there was was moon. Golden yellow and round and huge. My heart jumped to my throat. I gasped and jerked my foot off the pedal. It was as though I was about to drive off the edge of the world, fly into the effulgent face of God, fall into the unknown—It was terrifying, but exquisite.

Sometimes, if you dare, prayer is a bit like that.”

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