Wednesday mornings see me at Resurrection House ( the day shelter for homeless people here in SRQ ) to lead a prayer service. I keep it very simple, and I never preach. Homeless people are “preached at” all too often.
We start with a bit of scripture, usually a verse, or half a verse. We say it out loud four times, then we have a couple of minutes of silence during which meditate on the verse. Folks then come to the altar, and light a candle, with silent or spoken prayer. We end with the Lord’s Prayer, the Hail Mary, and a blessing.
The group was very weepy today. There was so much sadness. Two worshipers were mourning the recent deaths of their respective parent; another had just received the news that her cancer is un-treatable. A very wise homeless man gently hugged a young man whose mental illness was causing him, to be very restless and afraid.
I say very little. I smile a lot. I utter loud “Baptist” Amens as my friends pray. I leave always with a “cup” half filled with sadness and half-filled with joy.