My commute to work includes a subway ride from lower Manhattan to Grand Central Station. Lately, instead of reading, I've been praying. Not my usual door-shut, eyes-closed, all-alone-with-God prayer. It's a new kind of praying for me. It's praying with my eyes wide open.
What do my eyes see? They see a slice of the world—people of different races, languages, religions, cultures—all ages and descriptions. As we pour out into the terminal, it's apparent what was meant when Grand Central Station was described as the "crossroads of a million lives."
Grand Central Station, NBC Radio Blue Network, 1937.
What does my praying heart see? The variety of spiritual creation radiating earnestness, consideration, expectation, joy, trust, kindness—a bouquet of God's children glorifying their Maker through purposeful lives.
