I expected only people I knew to attend our event last evening. (See yesterday’s post). By the time I arrived at the Church I had shed most of my expectations and knew that no matter what happened I had done my best and all that remained was to let go of outcome. As it happened, in the 35 attendees there were several people new to me and in the end the power of the prayer was evident in the conversations that ensued.
Success in such an event is measured not in “compliments to the chef” but rather in the comments that follow. The feeling of community and the power of the prayer itself, especially perhaps in the music, was evidence to me and all that we had achieved the desired outcome. We left the church, totally aware that we had not solved the issues of immigration, but feeling lighter in spirit because we had shared a common concern and willingness to engage in prayer together. That in itself is surely enough.