A small miracle that I said my prayer in a language
Every Thursday our church has bible study and prayer meeting.
I make it a rule to go, but recently, I was so tired that I couldn't attend many times.
Even when I could attend I could seldom say my prayer and only pray inside my mind and at best praying in humming or buzzing way like beeps of a siren.
Today, as usual, when I go to church I was so weary and limp that I didn't have voice to say words. At the entrance of the chapel a large brown cicada lay on its back. I thought it was dead.
As I was entering, it suddenly began to zoom and buzz. I was so sorry for the cicada being on its back, I picked it up and try to set upright as during the day a cicada may stop on a tree or sometimes a utility poll. Its buzzing sound was a little bit too noisy, but I felt an uncanny familiar feeling that my usual prayer may be like this buzzing sound, failing to make anyone else my prayer understood.
In the end I failed to set the cicada on a tree, but it set to the entrance floor face down as an alive bug may settle. And it wasn't until then that I entered the chapel.
Inside the chapel was already in the middle of prayer. I almost gave up entering until prayer finished. But fortunately I was invited to enter the circle of prayer. I was so shy that at first I was too scared to join the prayer, but one church member prayed for me anyway. God listened to her prayer and I felt a little bit better. I began to pray in my native language Japanese. I hadn't believed that this night I was able to pray in any language someone might understand what I pray.
A prayer made my prayer from buzzing one to one in a language prayer partner as well as God may understand.
I make it a rule to go, but recently, I was so tired that I couldn't attend many times.
Even when I could attend I could seldom say my prayer and only pray inside my mind and at best praying in humming or buzzing way like beeps of a siren.
Today, as usual, when I go to church I was so weary and limp that I didn't have voice to say words. At the entrance of the chapel a large brown cicada lay on its back. I thought it was dead.
As I was entering, it suddenly began to zoom and buzz. I was so sorry for the cicada being on its back, I picked it up and try to set upright as during the day a cicada may stop on a tree or sometimes a utility poll. Its buzzing sound was a little bit too noisy, but I felt an uncanny familiar feeling that my usual prayer may be like this buzzing sound, failing to make anyone else my prayer understood.
In the end I failed to set the cicada on a tree, but it set to the entrance floor face down as an alive bug may settle. And it wasn't until then that I entered the chapel.
Inside the chapel was already in the middle of prayer. I almost gave up entering until prayer finished. But fortunately I was invited to enter the circle of prayer. I was so shy that at first I was too scared to join the prayer, but one church member prayed for me anyway. God listened to her prayer and I felt a little bit better. I began to pray in my native language Japanese. I hadn't believed that this night I was able to pray in any language someone might understand what I pray.
A prayer made my prayer from buzzing one to one in a language prayer partner as well as God may understand.
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